Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice,
I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes
where you see your son could
feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as
we should've been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we coulda wrote
if our egos didn't take the pen
Sorry to the freaks I led on
(Nah, for real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna
change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instead, I sped off, yeah,
I know I'm dead wrong
Sorry to the guys I had to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know
if I was by the lake switchin' tides,
too (Tides)
Anyway, I don't wanna talk (Ooh)
Sorry if you gotta dig for info
I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs,
just to talk about my private
life 'cause you're weird (Uh)
Met that girl this year (But),
that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art,
know your place
My personal space,
y'all don't need to to be a part
I'm sorry I don't wanna link
and small talk over dinner
I don't even drink, can't guilt trip me,
I'm ice cold, roller rink
Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room
Don't assume niggas is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma
You ain't special,
everybody got problems, uh
Sorry I'm not empathetic
(Nah, I'm fuckin')
Sorry you think I'm pathetic
Sorry I don't wanna bro down
Sorry I don't know your pronouns
I don't mean no disrespect
But, damn, we just met,
calm the fuck down
Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?
A bank account could never match
my worth (That nigga gettin' money,
he a dick now)
Sorry, Mother Earth
Polluted air with chemicals and dirt
These cars ain't gonna buy
and drive themselves
What the hell you think I work for?
Not to not explore
and stay the same (I'm)
Sorry to the fans
who say I changed, 'cause I did
Sorry you don't know me
on a personal level to pinpoint
what it is
I'm sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry),
I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin' brighter
than a black man's plight,
I'ma make it right
In the meantime,
I'll give some advice while these blood
diamonds gettin' cleaned off
Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then,
then again, I can't save niggas
I'm not Superman, but I could try
I'm sorry I'm pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge,
passion isn't missin'
Sorry when I talk my shit
and I could back it up with confidence,
it get you niggas trippin', man
Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook
You put me on a stage
and I'll show you the difference
Let me see y'all hit a stage
(No, y'all can't do it)
Let me see y'all write a page
(Y'all not gon' do it)
Let me see you make
a decision I made
And claim that I don't know
about minimum wage or Section 8
Water in the ketchup bottle
to stretch when niggas ate
Gettin' pressed
by niggas hoppin' gates
Thinkin' it's normal
'cause you ain't supposed to make it
past eighteen or escape
the Figure 8 cycle
And I promise this is like a diet,
I'ma make a way and I did, did
Feel good, work paid off,
now we gon' celebrate
But niggas claim you arrogant
when they can't relate to moments
of feelin' great
So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em
Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em
Sorry, not sorry (Buck 'em, buck 'em)
I got two words, fuck 'em
Okay, cool
And like that
We really mean it this time
I guarantee another era is upon us
So once again, we gone