This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay. For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep. But your already on your way. Broken hearts and last goodbyes Restless nights but lullabies Helps make this pain go away I realize I

I'm sorry for changing. Believe me, it's easier just to pretend. I'm sorry it had to be this way. But, I won't apologize for who I am. You had me to get her. And here, I thought it was me. I was changin', arrangin' my life to fit your lies. It's all said

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n What's happenin' in the back yard again It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan Came rollin' in at 3 am I don't know when it's gonna end So for now, I'm sorry for... woah Partying, partying...

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

And here you are the best of us With a bigger heart than the rest of us I'm so sorry I couldn't give you the perfect story A textbook happy ending Where nobody here gets hurt But don't you worry Your daddy and your mommy May be a little broken

That I couldn't be around Oh I'll be sorry for now You will understand There will be a day that you will understand Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned There are things we have to do that we can't stand Watching the wings cut through the

That the darkest hour never comes in the night You can sleep with a gun When you gonna wake up and fight? I created the sound of madness When you gonna wake up and fight, for yourself? Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

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