Sorry, if I'm perfect Sorry, I don't give a Sorry, I ain't a diva Sorry, just know what I want Sorry, I'm not a virgin Sorry, I'm not a slut

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

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is mother fuckin' players We get money in mother fuckin' layers All I got is maids and waiters All I got is suits and gators Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas Everybody love black ass Darth Vader You and

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

Teach me how to unlearn a lesson Teach me how to forget, replace the character set Teach me how to forget, 'cause I ain't sorry just yet Get her out of here It was years ago Give her space, give her speed Give her anything she needs Give her weed, give

Just hold on tight to me, girl Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back Ain't sorry that I woke ya, ain't sorry 'bout ya job Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Right back, rock you back Wake up, wake up, wake up,

'Cause I'm a man, woman Don't always think before I do A greater force I answer to Like a brutal autumn sun It dawns on me, what have I done? Saying sorry ain't as good as saying why But it buys me a little more time Lost in the moment for a second time

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

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