Sorry I'm Not Sorry
Yo
I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again
You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen
I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend
Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?"
"Can I get in with balloons?" He said, "Don't know, it depends"
Called me back, I'm finding out, man, gave me ten
Packed my stuff, get in my car, blasting tunes from start to end
Neighbours taking pics of me like I won't come and smash your lens (wagwan?)
Point this middle finger at you like, "What the fuck can you do?" (what?)
You can call the feds, I'll slam my door like FU2 (what?)
I'm like, "What's the matter?", it's a banger of a tune (what?)
Me, apologise? You crazy loon ain't thought this through (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Sorry, I'm not sorry
Yo
I'm having the time of my life
What do you want me to say?
Give me the mic, I run up on stage
I give 'em my flow, they give my a wave
Any time I pick up the pace
Ramming the place its getting insane
Selling balloons, supplying the rave
Give me a five, I'll give you a taste
Breaking laws, come on a rave
Death in the water, give me the pain
Cash, give me the card
Give me the yard that come with the lane
Give me your girl that give me a sloppy
Give me your label that does your poppy
This is work, this ain't a hobby
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Yo
I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again
You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen
I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend
Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?"
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Right, I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Sorry, I'm not sorry
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again
You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen
I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend
Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?"
"Can I get in with balloons?" He said, "Don't know, it depends"
Called me back, I'm finding out, man, gave me ten
Packed my stuff, get in my car, blasting tunes from start to end
Neighbours taking pics of me like I won't come and smash your lens (wagwan?)
Point this middle finger at you like, "What the fuck can you do?" (what?)
You can call the feds, I'll slam my door like FU2 (what?)
I'm like, "What's the matter?", it's a banger of a tune (what?)
Me, apologise? You crazy loon ain't thought this through (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Sorry, I'm not sorry
Yo
I'm having the time of my life
What do you want me to say?
Give me the mic, I run up on stage
I give 'em my flow, they give my a wave
Any time I pick up the pace
Ramming the place its getting insane
Selling balloons, supplying the rave
Give me a five, I'll give you a taste
Breaking laws, come on a rave
Death in the water, give me the pain
Cash, give me the card
Give me the yard that come with the lane
Give me your girl that give me a sloppy
Give me your label that does your poppy
This is work, this ain't a hobby
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Yo
I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again
You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen
I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend
Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?"
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Right, I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Sorry, I'm not sorry
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?)
But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
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Writer(s): William James Hine, Paris Joel Moore Williams
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