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Joe Budden- Dear Diary (NO DJ) From Mood Muzik 3 Mixtape. Lyrics The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shitImages like CNN but worse shitI would down the whole Pinot GrisBut I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beatsAnd it hurts my soulI'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirt gon' showSome people confide in the person that they sleep withI've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)I can't describe the feeling I getYou was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whipshit, I even let you rock outBeing Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shitBut dawg, you was like a mini meMocked me, envied me, turns out YOU WAS BLOWIN' HOT AIR, KENNY GBut you was cool, accepted you instantlyNot a groupie but you had a few tendenciesAnd though we share a few memoriesA couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemySee, phony people like phony peopleEven you could be mistaken if you phone these peopleLook, when you invite the nerd to the cool tableshit IS BOUND TO BREAK UP LIKE A POOL TABLESo wack dudes'll start feeling like the shitAnd you thinkin' it's you, its really where you sitOr maybe you was neglected'Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he's dying to be accepted (oh)I did that, just the way you wasNow you a stranger, nothing like the way you wasBut uh, you not real, you not RachelYou not Worm, you not Dill, shit, you not chillI thought you had some ...fuck the fake shit, I'm really feel sorry for (?)And you a little smarter than the average dudeSo it took a nigga just a little longer to seeThey tried to warn me, fought with my girl every night about youshit only hurts 'cause she was right about youShe run around wanting to shoot you the fair oneI keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"I got another side I never showed to youThe side where everybody is disposableSee, relationships are never a threat'Cause I'll erase the history and act like we never metBecome done giving a fuck and done callingI got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep shit inside of meI'd rather just speak to you privatelyMaybe its my mood, as far as I can seeThere's really no point in having this guy with meChange from the days of us getting in your truckIt's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buckIt's bigger than me, bigger than buckBigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's bigger than usI always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'emWhen the blinds leading the blind you cant reach 'emIf niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?Niggas ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?I'll keep my pard' up, keep my guard upWas like Thundercats but changed faster than CheetaraThis a small part of a larger issueSometimes acceptance is so hard to get toBut we all equal, no one lower or above meI love my team just as much as they love meIf not moreIf I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'allThe whole crew feel the same as meHow could you ignore something so plain to see?I'm being ignorant, that get on my nerves every minuteWhat's plain to some is really Burberry printedBeing so real sometimes is a slow killWe was one squad, you broke out like Mike ScoefieldI want fillet mignon, you want oatmealAdd up our differences equals up to no mealNo mills, yup, no deal, why you gotta chase sh*tTo know it's no thrillsFor real, a nigga still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)Only thing my baby ain't a baby no moreHit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no moreSent old girl a message, no reply but she read itSome things are so embedded and our heads isLooking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exesI was one long line away from the TetrisShe sent me the L, that sent me to hellTo the point where I was denying my sonI don't see him, don't talk to himI don't greet him, don't walk wit' himBut I pay for him like he's an objectNo matter how right I am, in court I CAN'T OBJECTDear Diary, how could she deny me?How she go to bed without her FUCKING WITH HER PSYCHE?Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)Or am I wrong for wishing I COULD GET MY CUM BACK?Looking for sun, all I see is the hailHow I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayalIt's like they keep trying more and more to subdue meAnd only you understand, signed by yours truly