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

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 maturity that I'm lacking So don't, don't let me go And all you need to know is I'm so sorry It's not like me Just let me know that growing up goes slow. And I'm so sorry, it's not like me Today I'm gonna write a sad song Gonna make it really long

Never one to bite my tongue, nothing’s left, I've given all I've got I'm at the wall, disintegrating Apologies are empty words, I know you're only sorry you got caught You're at the wall, disintegrating Look yourself in the mirror, you created the

You don't ever let me down You got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I missed your call But you know night turn into day I didn't stop to pause I know I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

Maybe you shouldn't come back Maybe you shouldn't come back to me Sorry I'm not sorry for the times Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby Stop right now, you'll only let me down, oh oh I don't reply, you know the reason why See you calling

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

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,

Can't you see I'm in recovery? I know you wanna say you're sorry Our room is dark, the blinds are shut tight And everything is still too much outside It may be over but not tonight I may be older but I still cry I can't stop sleeping in your clothes You