If I told you I wanted to talk to you, you know
You'd think I'm tryin' to holler at you
And maybe I am, but you wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?
Rather lose love than to move on never knowin' what it feels like
Short days, long nights by the phone, no call
Need a clear mind cuz I been blind got me goin down that road
Heart made of stone
Far away from home,
Black woman c-c-cold
Every problem that you ever had with another man, i gotta face
Started off on thin ice i'm still here but i can't skate
Slow sink, can't breathe
No remorse, don't think
Listen to your friend,
Get another man for a minute then repeat
Queen,
You deserve the title
But she rejects what i give
While she nurse the wounds by them
Tried them, didn't work
Got impossible standards,
Nothin' I do's gonna work
Diary of a black girl
[Chorus:]
I wonder why I sit and cry, wish I could shed all these tears
I'm down and out, I'll keep on movin' and tryin' to get out
I don't know how to move on, where I went wrong
Wish I could live with no fears
So down and out, I'll keep it movin' and try to get out, somehow
Black girl
Raise by a momma who, hates the baby father, so
She don't have a problem with, sayin' "fuck a nigga" quick
I'm just tryin' to be the one who never run, but you run away from me
Your girlfriend's men cheat, why not me the same thing
She can't see in me, what I see in her
This pain she inherit, can't be reversed
I can even stay livin' in the shade above the motherfuckers that played ya
The irony in that is I ain't even that but you put it in those pages
Wife, you deserve the label,
But you been hurt before,
So you sore, and don't feel you're able
Tried them, didn't work
Got impossible standards,
Nothing that i ever do'll work
Diary of a black girl
[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)
See all I ever want to do is be relevant,
Just tell me that I ever meant,
Anything or that you could ever see me and you in another light,
But it's like the dark winter-endures the darkest nights,
By the wrong men,
Mostly all of them,
Have made you somewhat incapable,
Of a first impression,
What I do is channel my aggression,
With no cable,
Or antenna just intentions
To impress you,
If capable,
Hoping that the material possessions can materialize a better you,
Cars-nothing I drive
Can drive better this frame of mind
With such an ugly picture in the end,
Money-Nothing I buy
Can buy me more time
For your ears to say to your heart to listen
Diamonds-A girls best friend,
Is what they say,
But believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways,
And every day 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,
Endures her life-sentences-
No key for release no reason to be around,
Her mind's in the clouds,
She writes it all down,
In her diary...
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 friend 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,
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