Sorry

Lyrics

[Chorus: Caiti Baker] I'm sorry You're sorry La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just kill somebody La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just kill somebody You make me feel some kind of way La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la You make me feel some kind of way [Verse 1: Trials] Ayy, B! Yo I said, catch me politickin' with this politician, ripped him out of office I promise, we keep it G without the thousand dollars To our name sake, me and B, the same name in camouflage Dropped so many S's off my chest they call it Abotage Camo cars, looking for that buzz like I'ma land on Mars They tried to ride along, but none could ever handle bars Heavy on the hallion, my strings bring Adele in Eureka on the speaker, that must mean that I'ma gellin' Now I'm back, so they steppin', and I'm black, so they stressin' That the fact that my weapon is just that I'm black, so they terrified Put the song on record so it never dies I did the wrongs so my son could always get it right What's being known if you ain't ever leaving home and speakin' on it? You want a gimmick? Try being honest That's a rare commodity in this here economy But ayy, me n' B'll make 'em see like Pam & Tommy Lee [Chorus: Caiti Baker & Trials] I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me (No apologies) I might just kill somebody La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la [Verse 2: Briggs] I took that white money, turned that to my money Round up the squad, don't worry who I sign, buddy You don't like me or T? That's just fine, honey Talkin' all that bullshit and now they tryna hide from me Please, Briggs, you don't wanna shoot the messengers But I wanna do somethin' to leave the messages Livin' proof, you're gonna learn what the lesson is You fuck around and I'ma have to make a mess of yas I got a letter from the government, took it where my oven is Cooked it on the stove top, fuck 'em, I want none of it I asked 'em where my cousin went, you had him in your fuckin' pen Killed him, got a holiday, that's not a punishment So line up the white like I'm Maradona You fucked around and made do some shit that I don't wanna Apologies, don't follow me or you're a goner I know you're sorry, and I'm sorry, but I gotta [Chorus: Caiti Baker] I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just kill somebody La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just kill somebody You make me feel some kind of way La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la Here come the pallbearers, yeah Bury, bury, bury you deep Deep down, down, down, down La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la Six feet under