Ry - Journal lyrics

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Ry - Journal lyrics

[Verse 1: Ry] Dear diary, i'm waking up to you Or journal as I make my way through Try to make my debut As i'm writing rhymes, free verses, and of course an occasional haiku Hi you, it's been awhile since you've talked to Ry (ooh) It's been awhile since I've opened you Cause Ryu been buisy street fighting And life is rolling up on me like McQueen's lighting So I watch Hitchco*k movies just hoping I become immune to the frightening As life heightens, try to swim through my problems But i'm like a pack of black kids diving in the high end [Interlude] Dear Diary, what a day it's been Dear Diary, it's been just like a dream At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn (been just like a dream) At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn (been just like a dream) [Verse 2: Ry] It's like a dream but it's feeling really shady I just lost my old lady, go back to her maybe? Chance of that slimmer than Nicole Ritchie wearing Old Navy Cause i'm feeling like she played me Watching M*A*S*H as a couch potato, all gravy Failing at relationships so gone head & grade me But I never ran away, I just exuded bravery And broke free from what some consider being whipped like slavery Emotional toll we put me through is amazingly crazy [Bridge] [Verse 3: Ry] Dear diary, oh what a day it's been Stressing, depressing Like an abused adolescent Studying for finals but I haven't learned a lesson No urgency and last night my aunt just had surgery And watching other loved ones sick just sickens me Strickenly, striking me Feel as if the whole world fighting me But praying the after life won't be inviting me Cause I ain't trying to be where dying sees But rather be where the dying cease R.I.P. to my uncle Steve I hope J.R. can carry over your dynasty (yes) And R.I.P. my grandma Cookie In a cla** of your own like your cla**mates playing hookie As my heart hurts and my mind hovers My thoughts wander, my pen works wonders like Stevland Hardaway I'm going under But in the end what I write comes to life So till then i'mma keep you in the cupboard Dear Journal