Sorry

Beyoncé

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So what are you going to say at 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
The 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."

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

He tryin' to roll me up
I ain't picking up
Headed to this club
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups
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

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

Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
(I ain't thinking 'bout you)
Nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah

Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you oughta 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
(You're interrupting my grinding)

I ain't thinking 'bout you
(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

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I've regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to 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

Composição: Beyoncé / MeLo-X / Wynter Gordon · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Rivaldo, Traduzida por Duane, Legendado por Carol, Viviane e mais 2
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