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Diary
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Marsha Ambrosius
Marsha Ambrosius
Vocals
Stephen Breuhaus
Stephen Breuhaus
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marsha Ambrosius
Marsha Ambrosius
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
James Guffey
James Guffey
Songwriter
Matthew Kipper
Matthew Kipper
Songwriter
Matt Bang
Matt Bang
Songwriter
Yann Tiersen
Yann Tiersen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Pacuk
Derek Pacuk
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers
Producer

Lyrics

If I told you I wanted to talk to you, You think I'm try'na holla at you, And maybe I am but, You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you?, Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like, Short days, long nights, By the phone, no call, Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road, Heart made of stone, Far away from home, Black woman you cold, Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face, Started off on thin ice, im still here but I cant skate, Slow sink, cant breath, no remorse, dont think, Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat, Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them, Tried them didnt work, Diary of a black girl, I wonder why I sit and cry, Wish I could shed all these tears, Im down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, I dont know how to move on, Where I went wrong, I wish I could live with no fear, So down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow Raised by a momma who, who, Hate her baby father so, so She dont have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick, Im just tryna be the one who never run, but you run away from me, Girlfriends man cheat, cheat, Why not me the same thing, She cant see in me, what I see in her, This pain she inherit cant be reversed, I cant even stay living in the shade of all the motherfuckers who played you, The irony in that is that I aint even that, but you coulda been these pages, Wife, you deserve the label but, but, you been hurt before so you dont feel your able, Tried them didnt work, got impossible standards, nothing that I ever do works, Diary of a black girl, I wonder why I sit and cry, Wish I could shed all these tears, Im down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, I dont know how to move on, Where I went wrong, I wish I could live with no fear, So down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow See all I wanna do is be relevant, Just tell me that I ever meant anything more, That you could ever see me and you in another light, But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man, see all of them have made you incapable of a first impression, what it do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, Just intentions to impress you if capable, Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you, Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this state of mind, For such an ugly picture and, Money, nothing I buy can buy more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it, Diamonds, a girls best frienf is what they say but believe me with the right allegience shorty you gonna shine anyways, and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary, the day before is better than the present, so anyone presented in her presence is doing these life sentences, theres no key for release, no reason to be around, her minds in the clouds, she writes it all down, in her diary, I wonder why I sit and cry, Wish I could shed all these tears, Im down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, I dont know how to move on, Where I went wrong, I wish I could live with no fear, So down and out, Ill keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow
Writer(s): Yann Pierre Tiersen, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Marsha Angelique Ambrosius Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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