Lyrics

Dr. Dre – Talking to My Diary Lyrics

(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 s**t changed since then
Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory
But I made a vow, never let this s**t 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 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

(Chorus)
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 s**t on my mind
I’m just staring at the sky, you probably thinking 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 pass” got a ni**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 passion, it’s where my heart is
It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
Like the ni**a I started with
I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds
And regardless, I know my ni**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 ni**a Yella
Damn, I miss that…s**t, a ni**a having flashbacks

(Repeat Chorus)