Tell Me by K Bibbles Lyrics
HOOK
Family is everything, but what if they don’t love you?
And the two that you grew up with don’t trust you?
Pretty shit but this isn’t about my little sis – cuz she aight
He’s pissed and I’m probably the first one on his list, cuz I guess I’ve been a bad lil bro all my life
Haven’t had my brother as a brother since way back goin’ to school with each other, but I pledged and got another bigger brother, better match, straight fact, but he from another mother
My whole entire life I’ve been searching to find, the underlying reason why, what’s behind this dividе, who’s the person inside, when you’ll toss it aside, tell me how I can revive what’s died, I don’t know what else to try
Tell me, does it have to deal with pride?
Tell me your thoughts and tell me your side
Provide a couple hints, or tips, or guidance
Lookin’ at you lookin’ back at me feels violent
Your eyes stay filled with hatred and spite, can’t hide it
Remember you’re my brother, can’t disguise
We try to play nice so our mommy doesn’t cry, but the trigger always clicks, it’s impossible to fight it – right?
It’s crazy… even since we were little babies… ever since I can remember, you were always really good at finding reasons to hate me
I think about it on the daily… and way too often lately…
It’d be crazy insane if it stays this way ‘till we’re 80
HOOK
Hmmm… maybe? Wait, no
We’re both so fuckin’ stubborn, I ain’t gonna let it go
You think I ain’t supportive, but in school when it was Battle of the Bands and you performed, who was there front row?
Remember when we used to be cool?
Remember rappin’ Eminem tracks in our rags wit the du?
Remember it’s together that we grew?
But I can’t even remember for the life of me the last time that I talked to you
Or you talked to me
I told you that we’re stubborn, maybe we’ll just let it be
Maybe we should go our own ways and be free
All I ever wanted for you to become what I know you can be
Cuz you’re part of me – B to the B
Impossible to change reality
I know we’ll never be a masterpiece, but this isn’t ‘bout you, this is family
Family is everything, but what if they don’t love you?
And the two that you grew up with don’t trust you?
Pretty shit but this isn’t about my little sis – cuz she aight
He’s pissed and I’m probably the first one on his list, cuz I guess I’ve been a bad lil bro all my life
Haven’t had my brother as a brother since way back goin’ to school with each other, but I pledged and got another bigger brother, better match, straight fact, but he from another mother
My whole entire life I’ve been searching to find, the underlying reason why, what’s behind this dividе, who’s the person inside, when you’ll toss it aside, tell me how I can revive what’s died, I don’t know what else to try
Tell me, does it have to deal with pride?
Tell me your thoughts and tell me your side
Provide a couple hints, or tips, or guidance
Lookin’ at you lookin’ back at me feels violent
Your eyes stay filled with hatred and spite, can’t hide it
Remember you’re my brother, can’t disguise
We try to play nice so our mommy doesn’t cry, but the trigger always clicks, it’s impossible to fight it – right?
It’s crazy… even since we were little babies… ever since I can remember, you were always really good at finding reasons to hate me
I think about it on the daily… and way too often lately…
It’d be crazy insane if it stays this way ‘till we’re 80
HOOK
Hmmm… maybe? Wait, no
We’re both so fuckin’ stubborn, I ain’t gonna let it go
You think I ain’t supportive, but in school when it was Battle of the Bands and you performed, who was there front row?
Remember when we used to be cool?
Remember rappin’ Eminem tracks in our rags wit the du?
Remember it’s together that we grew?
But I can’t even remember for the life of me the last time that I talked to you
Or you talked to me
I told you that we’re stubborn, maybe we’ll just let it be
Maybe we should go our own ways and be free
All I ever wanted for you to become what I know you can be
Cuz you’re part of me – B to the B
Impossible to change reality
I know we’ll never be a masterpiece, but this isn’t ‘bout you, this is family