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T.I. FT. ANDRE 3000 : Sorry lyrics

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T.I. FT. ANDRE 3000 lyrics : "Sorry"

My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up

You bogus running out on your kids my ^!$$% grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day

Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties

Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke %#@! is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot

Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it
Unlimited titanium ^!$$%, what's in yo wallet?
Out of gladiator college, I made it summa### laude

While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it
I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds
Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai

A broke ^!$$% telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind ^!$$% telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die

But find a ^!$$% with more hustle then me I dare you to try
And according to the hand on my Audemar
It's my time to shine so $#&@ ya'll

What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to (2x)

(?) can't please everybody
You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

I grew up in the gutter, life a mother$#&@er

I get that why I don't trust a mother$#&@er
Seen a ^!$$% snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a (*##$ and a ^!$$% $#&@ her

I seen real g's destroyed by real suckers
Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over

It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder
Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
$#&@ it, justify your action by stacking your dough up

You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda
Just enough for me to blow up, ^!$$% hold up
Switch the flow up, cause these ^!$$%s be snitchin' so much

I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut
Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish
That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree

Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy

To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me
Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50
Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given

Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to (2x)
(?) can't please everybody

You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

What it ain't, What it is?
Even if you gotta live

I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big $$# house on a hill
I used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black ??

Now a ^!$$% speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off a course
Cut these $#&@ ^!$$%s off

^!$$% TIP in my life scream that till im horse
Duck these get the $#&@ off me projectiles, (*##$ you ain't really got a choice
I'm living my life live yours

I don't even like rapping fast
But that's how the word come to me talk to me sideways ^!$$% that's your $$#
Slow it down, this that %#@! that'll make you call your momma
Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford
And this the type of %#@! that'll make you call your rap partner

And say I'm sorry im awkward, my fault for $#&@in' up the tours
I hated all the attention so I ran from it
$#&@ it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it
I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money
Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comets

And this that %#@! that'll make you call your baby mama
When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that I did
Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids
And you say all the %#@! you gon' do better, we can try this %#@! again
'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost

That's that dopamine, I mean dopamine you think you could done ??
Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
Her baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorry

Too strong and had to choose between you
And what the rest of the world might offer me, %#@! what would you do
Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance
Only if some cool $$# older man would've let me know in advance
This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest
When he feel that he's broken up his nest

And he figured %#@! he was just doing the best that he could
Which end up being the worst that he could
And all some #[email protected] ^!$$% on the internet can say is that verse ain't good
It's boring ? boring?

When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and

Told so many lies, don't know what to believe
I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said
She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up
?? but my mind don't wanna rest
But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
Ooooh, you are so $#&@ing fine
I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind

Ooooh, who knows your ponytail
Who knows your body well

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