Tyler, The Creator - SORRY NOT SORRY 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 fuckin' sorryYeah[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you moreI'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a choreSis', I'm sorry I'm your kinSorry we ain't close as we should've beenSorry to my old friendsThe stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the penSorry to the freaks I led on (Nah, for real, I'm sorry)Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head onBut instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrongSorry to the 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)Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna giveSo 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 bizGive enough with my art, know your placeMy personal space, y'all don't need to to be a partI'm sorry I don't wanna link and small talk over dinnerI don't even drink, can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the roomDon't assume niggas is coolStay in your pocket, this is poolBlah, blah, blah, blah 'bout traumaYou ain't special, everybody got problems, uh[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]Sorry I'm not empathetic (Nah, I'm fuckin'), sorry you think I'm patheticSorry I don't wanna bro down, sorry I don't know your pronounsI don't mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck downOh, 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 dirtThese cars ain't gonna buy and drive themselvesWhat 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 didSorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it isI'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 rightIn the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned offNigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again, I can't save niggasI'm not Superman, but I could tryI'm sorry I'm pretentiousSorry 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', manFuck the numbers, fuck a hookYou put me on a stage and I'll show you the differenceLet me see y'all hit a stage (No, y'all can't do it)Let me see y'all write a page (Y'all not gon' do it)Let me see you make a decision I madeAnd claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8, water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ateGettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gatesThinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18 or escape the Figure 8 cycleAnd I promise this is like a diet, I'ma make a way and I did, didShit feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrateBut niggas claim you arrogant when they can't relate to moments of feelin' greatSo they aim, duck-duck-duck 'emShot right back, buck-buck-buck 'emSorry, not sorry (Buck 'em, buck 'em)I got two words, fuck 'em