Sorry Songtext
von Sara Farell

Sorry, sorry
(Sorry, sorry)

He′s 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 cup
I don′t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough

I ain′t thinking 'bout you
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 ain′t sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, I ain′t sorry
I ain′t sorry, I ain't sorry


No no, hell no
Now you want to say you′re sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding

Now 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

—Thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking ′bout you
I ain′t thinking 'bout you
I ain′t thinking 'bout you
I ain′t thinking 'bout you

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 ain't sorry, I ain′t sorry
I ain′t sorry (sorry)
I ain't sorry, I ain′t sorry


Looking at my watch, he should've 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
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 gonna 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