Joseph Trapanese - Talking to My Diary lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre, DJ Silk & Mista Choc] [Intro] I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute While I talk about the pages of my diary, listen up [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I remember when I got started my intention was to win But a lot of sh** changed since then Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory But I made a vow, never let this sh** get to me I let it pa**, so I consider that part of my history And I'm strong; financially, physically Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level And don't forget that I came from the ghetto Sold a new house for my moms, that's special I let you going shopping 'til your feet get tired Then a new Benz just for you to ride in When I didn't have it, you provided Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise And my house got a view of the city like a highrise I'm just talking to my diary I'm just talking to my diary [Hook] When I open up my book, I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of sh** on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary [Bridge] Now puff-puff-pa** got a n***a having flashbacks I remember how it used to be Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that I remember how it used to be [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] I used to be a starving artist, so I would never starve an artist This is my pa**ion, it's where my heart is It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed Like the n***a I started with I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds And regardless, I know my n***a still proud It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks We used to sit back, laugh and joke Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing Where Ren at? Shout out to my n***a Yella Damn, I miss that... sh**, a n***a having flashbacks [Hook] When I open up my book I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of sh** on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary [Outro: Trumpet]