Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

It ain't easy anymore When I'm walking out your door My feet drag across the floor And it just about kills me I hate picking up my keys I hate kissing you goodbye With that look in your eyes And your arms around me Girl, believe me