Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

I didn't know, baby, I didn't know 'Cause I didn't know, baby, I didn't know But this time, this time Oh, I'm sorry Yeah, I'm sorry Alright, I admit it I fucked up this time, yeah, I did it Always arguing cause you a critic

I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby I'm free from your spell You know you done me wrong baby And you'll be sorry someday It's gone away from me The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on

It's a fight to act like you weren't in mind, oh mind Though I swore I washed it off in the waves And I wish I was sorry, damn I wish I was sorry That I don't know how to stay away, stay away Every time we drew our lines They grew legs and walked

You deserve more than I can promise And I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna Baby, I'm just tryna be honest But I got to be honest And I know that I'll probably regret it I'm tryna be honest with ya You know that I'm sorry But I'm tryna be honest with ya I

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

Nobody said it was easy Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I'll set you apart Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in

How to party, yeah, we know how to party Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party When I'm with my clique, we know how to party I got a few girls on the way,

I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me (not sorry for me) You don't know who in the hell to or not to believe You like to hurt me you know that you do You like to think in some way that its me and not you You like to have me jump and be good, but I don't