🎵 Dear Diary // by Scorey

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Dear Diary

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November 4, 2022
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5 ContributorsDear Diary Lyrics [Intro] (Wizard, wizard) Uh [Verse 1] Love junkie, love junkie I gave 'em all my my love, they can't get no love from me (Love) Came up from the slums, so showin' some love funny Don't pick up no guns dummy, rock carats like Bugs Bunny I think that I love money, it can't get enough of me These niggas just love talking, I show 'em some hush money I grew up with sludges sparkin' some niggas, just unlucky I called it the drugs talkin', I think she hung up on me, uh Wait where the time go? I thought I just died, woah Surrounded by a white ghost, they all think I'm a cyclone I'm feelin' my vision fade, I walk to the light, no I think I just seen my grave soul talkin', I'll write notes, uh [Chorus] Dear diary, ever since you left it's like a little part had died in me I see you in the dark ain’t have no time to speak I was pouring out my heart, you ain’t reply to me I was off the pills, havin' rockstar dreams Say they rockstars, they don't know what rockstar means I was sippin' Wock', that's that rockstar lean Got a eight up in my pop, how a rockstar sleep [Verse 2] Rock out with drums like Camp Rock, that shit got his mans shot He said he can't stand toxic, but love it and can't stop He gone off the Xans' noddin', you said this is not pop Got pills in his pants pocket, they hold him for ransom Ain't searchin' for love really, he just want the bands, huh He post in the slums clearly, ain't punchin' no damn clock Gone of the drugs dizzy, until he can't stand up He poppin' destructively till he don't give a damn, huh? Nah for real though, these niggas is real hoes This shit ain’t pretend nigga, I'm totin' on real poles Been thuggin' the whole winter, I'm stepping in steel toes I'm high wit' the coldest air, and it feel like I'm still froze [Chorus] Dear diary, ever since you left it's like a little part had died in me I see you in the dark ain’t have no time to speak I was pouring out my heart you ain’t reply to me I was off the pills, havin' rockstar dreams Say they rockstars, they don't know what rockstar means I was sippin' Wock', that's that rockstar lean Got a eight up in my pop, how a rockstar sleep
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