I'm sorry for everything Oh, everything I've done We can let this drift away Oh, we let this drift away From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved Oh, I shot, shot, shot a

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

You'd say I'm sorry But not in that way And I hate to say I love you When it's so hard for me And I hate to say I want you When you make it so clear You don't want me

And if I say I love you, well, then I love you And let it shine on, let it shine on us It doesn't mean that I feel better I came here without a choice I'm sorry I could never thank you For saving me more trouble I didn't want any trouble If you were

Ay papi, Nik apurate No more apologizing for being excellent From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope And not apologize for it I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life God, I'm so good Yeah, fuck up

I got, I got problems (Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh) I've always done what I want I got pain in my mind and heart I can never stop it once it starts Something in the way, I could pull our charge But only ever hurt myself I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall You

When I know how much it hurts you Oh baby why, do I do that to you Does it always have to come down To you leaving Before I'll say "I love you" Why do I always use the words That cut the deepest It's three A.M. and I finally say I'm sorry for acting that

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you