Talking To My Diary Lyrics - Compton: A Soundtrack By Dr. Dre - Dr. Dre

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 

I remember when I got started my intention was to win 

But a lot of shit changed since then 

Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory 

But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me 

I let it pass, 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 till 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 

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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 

Sometimes when I got a lot of shit 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 

Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga 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 

I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist 

This is my passion, it's where my heart is 

It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed 

Like the nigga I started with 

I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds 

And regardless, I know my nigga 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 nigga Yella 

Damn, I miss that 

Shit, a nigga having flashbacks 

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 

Sometimes when I got a lot of shit 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