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

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

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,

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

'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

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

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

It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

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