Sorry

I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry

He trying to roll me up
I ain't picking up
Headed to the club
I ain't thinking 'bout you

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups (I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up (I ain't sorry)
Suck on my balls, I had enough (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you

I'm sorry, you, you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Oh)

Now you wanna say you're sorry
Now you wanna call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
I'm the one that's lying

And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you

(Sorry, I'm sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry, I'm sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(I'm sorry...)

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today, I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is

I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
Oh, I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody

Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gonna be alright
We gon' live a good life

Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door

He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair



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Writer(s): Justin Tranter, Sonny Moore, Julia Michaels, Michael Tucker, Justin Bieber, Ray Davon Jacobs
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