Verse 1

Asshole, yeah that's what they calling me

And they can watch the time fly
While they wait on an apology
D.F.Y., D.F.Y., that's the story of my life

They always told me don't speak
If you ain't saying nothing nice
Attitude over everything, everything over my exes

Everyone stays for dinner
Only the chosen stay for breakfast
Sorry, I'm not sorry

Came in tardy to the party, dressing, acting like I'm Ari
They ask me why I'm conceited
And why I'm over-achieving

People done $#&@ed me over
So really I'm just getting even
There's a price on my head, I'm going for dead

'Cause nobody cares about me
I've been way too self-involved, I guess it's my fault
Maybe we'll just have to wait and see

And you know...
I dont stress 'em, I God bless 'em
Learned that lesson, now I'm better

I'm walking into confession
One shot for my people
Who never made it up out the ghetto

To get through this %#@!
I'm gon' need another shot of espresso


Hook

$#&@ 'em all is what I'm yellin' 'til I die

Did it all on my own, I'm doin' what I fantasized
Might have hurt a couple feelings, but I never told no lies
And the nerve of these folks, they want me to apologize?

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not
Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not
Sorry for stuntin', sorry for nothin'

Sorry for what? Sorry, I'm not sorry

Verse 2


Asshole, why the $#&@ you callin' me?
Said it 'cause I had to, that wasn't a real apology

Scorpio my astrology, tardiness is my policy
Lived a man, died a legend
someday will be my biography

Living and loving and learning, watching the world as it's turning
They say that this is just murder, please let me call my attorney
Dudes, what about 'em? See boyfriends are like $$#holes

Every girl's got one, it's just that we don't want to hear about 'em
I'm in London and Paris, stunt and embarass, shopping at Harrod's
Seeing an heiress, she lies to parents, she's running my errands

And wondering why I dont want to get married
'Cause I don't give a $#&@, don't give a $#&@
Won't you tell 'em like

I dont give a $#&@, don't give a $#&@
In love and war there are no rules and no regulations
No judges, no congregations

No hugs and no conversations
No love and no consummation
Stop letting my confidence expose all your insecurities

And you wonder why nothing worries me
Thought I told 'em, you know


Hook



Outro

I told him, real men never ask for help

He turned to me and said, ?son, don't flatter yourself?
I told him, real men never ask for help
He turned to me and said, son, don't flatter yourself