Sorry (feat. André 3000)

My cup runneth over with Pinot Grigio, hold up

You bogus in that Lambo if you ain't liftin' the door up

You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin' the ho up

You bogus runnin' out on your kid, my ****, grow up

For God's sake, like a weddin', cuttin' large cake

For large stakes, let the hammer bang broad day

Ay, never mind what the blogs say

Hear what my mind and my heart say

My philosophy profit off of my properties

Get, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete

Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watchin' me

Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot

Officially silent, all you wish you could get, I got it

Unlimited titanium, ****, what's in your wallet?

Outta Gladiator College, I made it summa cum laude

While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it

I parlay with Saudis, buyin' crude oil and diamonds

Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai

A broke **** tellin' me 'bout how I'm dividin' the pies

Like a blind **** tellin' me it's a eye for an eye

Bullheaded and stubborn, I be that way till I die

But find a **** with more hustle than me, I dare you to try

And accordin' to the hand on my Audemar

It's my time to shine, so fuck y'all

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker

I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker

Seen a **** snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother

Go to prison in love with a bitch, and a **** fuck her

I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers

Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted

Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over

It's nothing, you're numb to it and your heart grow colder

Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover

Fuck it, justify your action with stackin' your dough up

You show up with a brick of cocaine and bakin' soda

Just enough for me to blow up, ****, hold up

Switch the flow up, 'cause these **** be snitchin' so much

I promise all they miss is a badge, coffee, and donut

Go to jail, so what? Never see my integrity perish

That ain't the Harris's way, study my pedigree

Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it a hunnid

Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me

Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy

To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me

Catch me slippin' and hit me just like they did to 50

'Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given

Listen dawg, the fact of the matter is

I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?

What it ain't what it is? Even if you gotta live

I learnt that apartments way more excitin'

Than the bigger your house on the hill

I used to be a way better writer and a rapper

When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia

Now a **** speedin' in a Porsche

Feelin' like I'm goin' off a course

Cut these fuck **** off, negative in my life

Scream that till I'm hoarse

Duck these, get the the fuck off me

Projectiles, bitch, you ain't really got a choice

I'm livin' my life, live yours, I don't even like rappin' fast

But that's how the world come to me

Talk to me sideways, **** that's your ass

Slow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your mama

Say, hey, I'm sorry for beggin' for all them clothes you couldn't afford

And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner

And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours

I hated all the attention, so I ran from it

Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it

I'm a grown ass kid, you know I ain't ever cared about no damn money

Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments

And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama

When you gone on half a pill, don't know why, but that how it is

Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids

And you say, all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again

Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost

That's that dopamine, I mean, dope, I mean

You think cupid done wear off

Waitin' in the hallway with her arms crossed

Baby boy face full of applesauce

Maybe should have stayed, but it ain't your fault

Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry

Was young and had to choose between you

And what the rest of the world might offer me

Shit, what would you do?

But I'd probably do it differently if second the chance

Only if some cool ass older man would have let me know in advance

This, this quarry that has dug so deep in a father's chest

When he feel that he's broken up his nest

And he figured shit, he was just doin' the best that he could

Which end up being the worst that he could

And all some pussy **** on the internet can say

Is that verse ain't good

It's boring, boring? Really?

Well, I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe, and

Told so many lies, I don't know what to believe

I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said

She said, lay down, baby, baby, rest your weary head up

Love these distractions, but my mind don't wanna rest

But my body disagrees, so I laid up on her breasts, yes

Ooh, you so fuckin' fine

I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind

Ooh, who pulls your ponytail?

Who knows your body well?

What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?