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So what are you gonna say on my funeral now that you've killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life

whose heart I broke without a gun to my head.

Here lies the mother of my children,

both living and dead.

Rest in peace, my true love,

who I took for granted,

most bomb pussy,

who because of me sleep evaded.

Her shroud is loneliness,her god was listening,

her heaven will be a love without betrayal.

Ashes to ashes, dust to sidechicks..

[Chorus]

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry, nigga, nah

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

[Verse 1]

He 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'usse 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

[Bridge]

Middle fingers up, put them hands high

Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye

Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up

I ain't thinking 'bout you

[Hook]

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry, nigga, nah

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

No no, hell nah

[Verse 2]

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

I ain't thinking 'bout you

[Hook]

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout you

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout you

I ain't thinking 'bout you

[Bridge]

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

[Hook]

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry, nigga, nah

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

No no, hell nah

[Verse 3]

Looking at my watch, he shoulda 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 gon' be alright

We gon' 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

Beyonce - Sorry...LEMONADE Album – текст


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