Honestly, y'all have been killing my confidence All of the negative comments and gossip It's hard to imagine the stress that I'm under I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this I'm sorry for spitting the truth Sorry for dissing that dude Sorry for missing the point of the criticism I was blinded by diamonds and loot I apologize to all you guys Y'all were right, I was out my mind I went too far, I did too much The haters were right when they said I suck I did my best, it did nothing for me I gave my guts and got lost in glory I'm standing here while you sit before me There's nothing left but to say "I'm sorry"
Sorry, that doesn't bother me I don't owe anybody an apology I don't have no regrets in my biology Reload and shoot for the stars, y'all look like astronomy No one as hot as me, copy me commonly Wannabes, y'all are so shockingly comedy Carry the weight of my songs all on top of me I will not break, I'm not made out of pottery Bury your bodies on acres of property Place 'em at angles like sacred geometry Done with the modesty, everything I drop is quality Promise, like honestly, follow me I ain't gonna stop with the hits, come rock with the kid On the block like Pac would've been I'm a god with the pen, no concept of quit Got guap 'cause I'm awesome at this Underrated, overpaid, they hate it Complicated calculations made to rake the paper Razor-sharp like blades in Freddy versus Jason Angels in my heart and Satan in the basement Raising hands and faces what has made me famous Great imagination, fatal combination Labels holler daily, I've been on vacation Basic translation is: "I don't give a fuck"
Sorry, I got a point of view It's like a pistol you don't wanna point at you Y'all are annoying, dude Y'all are like rats racing in a gas-chamber, y'all can't avoid the fumes Y'all in a cage locked My deranged thoughts are like Ray Charles Waving chainsaws get your brain chopped Into eight parts, take your face off Hit the graveyard on my days off I just cock, aim, and I spray shots Till your legs lock and your veins pop In a day's work, y'all get laid off My girl shot every single fucking video My heart wrote every single fucking song Y'all aren't my children, my kids would be indigo Obviously, I'm a fucking god Rock with me, awfully cocky Cock at the goblin? Shotgun and coffee Slaughtering lots and I'm offering coffins To anyone caught talking sloppy about me, yeah Come rock with the kid, young, popping and rich Got dollars, I'm copping the drip I'm donning the armour and authoring honour While bombing the targets that karma has missed, hey Y'all don't comprehend I'm often on the mend I'm depressed a lot, I've wrecked a lot of people who were friends I've been anxious, I've had breakdowns that were all inside my head I regret a lot of things, now I won't stop till I'm avenged
Knock knock, who's there? Y'all fucked around and let death in I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin Your best friends are dead ends Your best bets are far-fetched You're next-best, I'm a gold trophy Your death threats were ghost storiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
