Masta Ace — Dear Diary
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Dear Diary Masta Ace03:02
Текст песни: Dear Diary
[Intro] Do you ever song a little song like this When you get up in the morning? [Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace] Dear diary, (Yo) what a day it’s been (Now I hope you ain’t releasin’ another album) Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (Let me ask you something) [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Ayo Ace, don't tell me you thinkin' about a return I'm kind of concerned, when will you old cats ever learn? It's time to hang it up when you stand on your last leg When you don't write on the reg and your future is past dead I'ma tell you ‘cause none of these cats will You can't still try to rely on your rap skill You ain't got nothin’ behind you and believe me Not a label out that gon’ find you and want to sign you Write your rhymes in the shower, you’re washed up If there was a law against wack shit, you'd be locked up These cats in the game pretend that they your friend But as soon as you walk away, they talkin’ ‘bout you again Half your old group don't like you and want to fight you And even made songs about you to try to spite you Big Beat dropped you and said that you can't sell And they ain't had a hit since before Pac was in jail It's like the shit’s up under your nose and you can't smell Hell, you probably older than Blu Cantrell You can't tell? It's over, capital O-V-E-R And that's just in case you can't spell, c'mon [Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace] Dear diary, what a day it’s been (Trust me, I know what I’m talkin’ about) Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (You need to give it up, ‘kay? It’s over) Woke up too late, wasn't where I should have been (It’s not ‘88, ‘89 no more) For goodness’ sake, what's happening to me? (Oh you prayin’ now?) [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Yeah I heard all of your prayers but I doubt that God got 'em So break out the suits and ties and the hard bottoms And get yourself a job with a desk in a nice office And learn to enjoy all of the garbage that life offers And don't ever again show your face on a stage Or write the name Masta Ace on a page, kid ya done Whoever let you back in the door should get a smack in the jaw ‘Cause you sure shouldn't be rappin’ no more You already proved that at the Lyricist Lounge affair Tryin’ to battle with rhymes you wrote on the way there Maybe next time you'll know not to play fair Say your best written shit and school 'em like daycare But through the sad mess and all of the bad press I can't recall a time in the past when you had less Ain't nobody out there gon' keep it realer than me We one in the same, sincerely, your diary [Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace] Dear diary, (Stupid, man) what a day it’s been (What’s wrong with you?) Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (Psh, let these cats gas you up) Woke up too late, (Thinkin’ you could put another record out) wasn't where I should have been For goodness’ sake, (Sad, man) what's happening to me? (Start a family and move somewhere, get a job or something) Dear diary, what a day it’s been Dear diary, (Probably checkin’ for your ass) it's been just like a dream Woke up too late, (You gon’ waste all these people’s money) wasn't where I should have been (You ain’t gettin’ no video) For goodness’ sake, what's happening to me? (It’s over)
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