Tre' Bien - Exclamation lyrics

[Introducing Dialog] I just... felt like this was something that had to be done... ya'know? [Verse 1] And I'm just a disappointment Failure on me, that sh** was anointed Constantly needing doctor's appointments And I don't wanna point fingers But depression is some sh** that always lingers And it's all because my daddy He should have never had me I'll turn out to be like him Except, over my rap beats And I don't think it's cool I could've tried in school But I was a f**ing tool Screwin' around with my friends Later on, my expectations didn't meet my demands But my issue was the fact that-- I was gon' follow a path that-- I didn't ever wanna take f** all my so-called "friends" I'm not being fake Had to piled up my options with a f**in' rake And then I had to say: "So this is what I got up on my plate?" Questioned life. Pondering every night and day Duh'f** would I keep something I don't love? I would've done it already. I just need a little shove [Hook] Yeah! Let me say it Yeah! Let me say it [Verse 2] Let me say the f**in' truth Sagacity, comin' from my wisdom tooth Nah, my family, I don't want sh** to do with you And everybody else, don't make me shoot And don't shoot back, ‘cause I'm bulletproof I just want to k** it I just want to feel it I wanna feel vibes when I walk into the buildin' Will it ever happen? sh**, I don't think so If it does, I'll have a catchy hook and steady flow If it does, I'll have a hennessey and exponential dough Talkin' phone calls Trips to Kauai; and waterfalls b**h, I seen it all I'll drop you in a coffin Now we need some Halls Wanna be notorious Call me Biggie Smalls Callin' out everybody The Kid got hella balls One more for the people who care Those who live everyday as if that sh** were a dare And deep inside I know that it's not fair Feeling the way you feel Wonderin' daily, if you gon' eat a meal Poverty and depression. They living in the 8th section I been broke so long, this sh** is a profession This ain't no joke. I'm not messin' Double tokin'. Now I'm not stressin' When I was f**ing born, my dad behind bars When I was growing up, I had it kinda hard Birthdays: All we got was a f**in' card Playin' army with some toy guns in the front yard Had my, toys in a bag that sat inside the closet Turned 12 and decided it was time for me to toss it So I did. Buried them sh**s deep down in the trash For the next week, I was itchin', just like a rash And for the longest, I slept in the livin' room Now I got a king-size in my bedroom I'mma sweep my comp witta f**ing broom Gimme a lil' time. I'll be f**in' famous soon [Hook] Yeah! Let me say it Yeah! Let me say it Copyright © 2016 Brian Dickinson. All rights are reserved Date of completion 10.20.16. Time of completion date 2:04 PM