sorry not sorry (Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale， Slowed Version|Explic

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Pardon me, excusez-moi (I’m sorry)

Yeah, I coulda made a better choice

I mean, what the fuck?

I’m sorry, I’m fuckin’ sorry

Yeah

I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t see you more

I’m sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore

Sis’, I’m sorry I’m your kin

Sorry we ain’t close as we should’ve been

Sorry to my old friends

The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn’t take then pen

Sorry to the freak I led on (Nah, for real, I’m sorry)

Who thought their life was gonna change ’cause I gave ’em head on

But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I’m dead wrong

Sorry to the guys I had to hide (Ooh)

Sorry to the girls I had to lie to who ain’t need to know if I was my the lake switchin’ tides, too (Tides)

Anyway, I don’t wanna talk (Ooh)

Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give

So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private like ’cause you’re weird (Uh)

Met that girl this year (But), that’s none ya biz

Give enough with my art, know your place

My personal space, y’all don’t need to to be a part

I’m sorry I don’t wanna link and small talk over dinner

I don’t even drink, can’t guilt trip me, I’m ice cold, roller rink

Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room

Don’t assume niggas is cool

Stay in your pocket, this is pool

Blah, blah, blah, blah ’bout trauma

You ain’t special, everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I’m not empathetic (Nah, I’m fuckin’), sorry you think I’m pathetic

Sorry I don’t wanna bro down, sorry I don’t know your pronouns

I don’t mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down

Oh, I’m out of touch and I’m a jerk? A bank account could never match my worth (That nigga gettin’ money, he a dick now)

Sorry Mother Earth, polluted air with chemicals and dirt

These cars ain’t gonna buy and drive themselves

What the hell you think I work for, not to not explore and stay the same? (I’m)

Sorry to the fans who say I changed, ’cause I did

Sorry you don’t know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is

I’m sorry to my ancestors (I’m so sorry), I know I’m supposed to fight (I know)

But this ice shinin’ brighter than a black man’s plight, I’ma make it right

In the meantime, I’ll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin’ cleaned off

Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again, I can’t save niggas

I’m not Superman, but I could try

I’m sorry I’m pretentious

Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn’t missin’

Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence, it get you niggas trippin’, man

Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook

You put me on a stage and I’ll show you the difference

Let me see y’all hit a stage (No, y’all can’t do it)

Let me see y’all write a page (Y’all not gon’ do it)

Let me see you make a decision I made

And claim that I don’t know about minimum wage or Section 8 water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate

Gettin’ pressed by niggas hoppin’ gates

Thinkin’ it’s normal ’cause you ain’t supposed to make it past 18 or escape the Figure 8 cycle

And I promise this is like a diet, I’ma make a way and I did, did

Shit feel good, work paid off, now we gon’ celebrate

But niggas claim you arrogant when they can’t relate to moments of feelin’ great

So they aim, duck-duck-duck ’em

Shot right back, buck-buck-buck ’em

Sorry, not sorry (Buck ’em, buck ’em)

I got two words, fuck ’em