Lyrics:

It’s just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal
Just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal

It’s just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal
Just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal

For the sake of sounding gimmicky
What would you do if I was in your vicinity
Try kickin it with me or start acting finicky
You know I keep it hard lyrically
But sometimes misery got me wanting to sing over shit that get to me
Or manifest destiny
Or alchemy chemistry
Poems to keep you more open than dentistry
Occasionally I even flip the industry
But hold on while I take you through a moment in history
It was O1.
Shit was so dumb.
Wifing up a chick who was running through more dicks than the road runner running through bricks
But I was determined to learn some
Flip the sermon
But that’s in a verse to come
Skip to 02. This was I do.
Ditched her, I’m through. Get with the crew, CL
It’s my debut
Drove to KY. Wish that I flew.
It was still cool though
Sold a O of crippy for gas and recorded 2 of those classics
1 banger. That was The South
The other one was called Rain
You know what that was about
I poured my heart on wax and put this broad on blast
But you ain’t gone believe what happened after I got back
Hold up
My homie told me, “Dave, since you left it’s been pouring rain!”
And I’m like “Are you playing? Cause I just recorded Rain!”
And when I say I recorded all the pain
I’m talking bars about making it fall down when your heart is breaking.
It’s deep
The weather remained bleak
As the hole in my chest from my ex
And I couldn’t sleep
I returned on day 3 of the storm
And it was the same thing on the fourth
By the fifth I couldn’t see anymore
The misty fog hit me like it never did before
Apocalyptic like a song I did later with Ricky Raw.
But picture this. Day 6.
Friday night. People dancing in the rain.
What a trip. What’s next?
Singing in it? Cheating in it? No
That’s already been done.
This ain’t Oran Juice Jones
And it goes, huh
Ain’t gotta be Snowden to know that
Boy meets girl, falls in love, they break up
Then boy is broken and he sings about it
Then it rains for 7 days
But on the 6th night he comes across a familiar face
One he wanted to date but made a mistake
And acted like a boy, which sometimes girls tend to hate for no reason
Or maybe I’m biased cause I be one of them boys turned to men
But hold up, back to the rerun from a different perspective
Looking from the outside reflecting
Can oftentimes be effective.
So check it.
After having time to mature & heal
I nonchalantly approach shorty like “what’s the deal?”
Funny how time heals all wounds
And you reconnect with someone you really never knew
Vibes effortlessly
Shorty shining so incredibly in the light
The right chemistry
Minds tingling
Ordering drinks generously
And then it’s three
Now what.
And then I guess we leave together
Birds of a feather flockin
I couldn’t dream of a better option in that department
She stay the night
And in the morning the sun is shining and the rain is stopping
Perfect end to a song but it’s not a song

It’s just a page from my journal
It’s just a page from journal
Try not to hate or take it personal
A page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal

It’s a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal
Don’t try to make it concern you
It’s a page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal

Its just a page from my journal
A couple days from my world view
Try not to hate it take it personal
A page from my journal
It’s just a page from my journal