Sorry

I don't know where we fuckin' are
I'm sorry that it got this far
Just put me in the fuckin' car
And take me to the E.R.

I don't know where we fuckin' are
I'm sorry that it got this far
Just put me in the fuckin' car
And take me to the E.R.
(Yeah)

I'm sorry that I took this long
I'm sorry that I wrote this song
I know that we don't get along
I thought that I would play along
(Yeah)

But now we're in two time zones
I can't keep my eyes closed
I stay high, my eyes low
I just don't feel right though
I stay up all night though
I just wanna die though

Droopy just got back from Cali
I got a couple bows in the mail
Left a couple stacks with mama
Just so she could pay my bail
I'm out in Hawaii
Poppin' xans and now I'm lookin' pale
Instagram models sittin' beach-side
They sippin' cocktails
I done let a bitch break my heart
That was the coffin nail
If I can't beat the case
Then my brothers gon' have some shit to sell

They gon' have some shit to sell
Show me the fuckin' bill of sale
'Cuz I was down but now I'm back
Back in black with some racks
That's no cap I got a new bitch
She a fuckin' snack
And if we got a problem
I say, "GC cock the fucker back"
And then he grab the Mac
And pass it to the back
And he just keep on sayin'
Hopin', wishin', prayin'
I'm not pissing all my dreams away
And I just keep on thinking' bout
The motherfuckin' better days
But now I

I don't know where we fuckin' are
I'm sorry that it got this far
Just put me in the fuckin' car
And take me to the E.R.

I don't know where we fuckin' are
I'm sorry that it got this far
Just put me in the fuckin' car
And take me to the E.R.
(Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Rice
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