Video Sorry Not Sorry Music Video Edit de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Sorry Not Sorry Music Video Edit Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as we should've been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen

[Verse 2: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry to the freaks I led on (Nah, for real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instеad, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong

[Verse 3: Flower Boy]
Sorry to thе guys I had to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too (Tides)
Anyway, I don't wanna talk (Ooh)

[Verse 4: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private life 'cause you're weird (Uh)
Met that girl this year (But), that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm sorry I don't wanna link and small talk over dinner
I don't even drink, can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink

[Verse 6: Goblin]
Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room
Don't assume niggas is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma
You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh

[Verse 7: Tyler, The Creator & Goblin]
Sorry I'm not empathetic (Woo)
Sorry you think I'm pathetic
Sorry I don't wanna bro down
Sorry I don't know your pronouns
I don't mean no disrespect
But, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down

[Verse 8: Sir Baudelaire & Goblin]
Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?
A bank account could never match my worth (That nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)
Sorry, Mother Earth
Polluted air with chemicals and dirt
These cars ain't gonna buy and drive themselves
What the hell you think I work for?
Not to not explore and stay the same (I'm)
Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did
Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is
I'm sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right
In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off
[Verse 9: Goblin, Ace/Bastard & Wolf Haley]
Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again, I can't save niggas
I'm not Superman, but I could try
I'm sorry I'm pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin'
Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence, it get you niggas trippin', man
Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook
You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference
Let me see y'all hit a stage (No, y'all can't do it)

[Verse 10: Sir Baudelaire & Tyler, The Creator
Let me see y'all write a page (Y'all not gon' do it)
Let me see you make a decision I made
And claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8
Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate
Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates
Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past eighteen or escape the Figure 8 cycle
And I promise this is like a diet, I'ma make a way and I did, did
Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate
But niggas claim you arrogant when they can't relate to moments of feelin' great
So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em
Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em
Sorry, not sorry (Buck 'em, buck 'em)
I got two words, fuck 'em

[Outro: Choir & Sir Baudelaire]
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