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    "Sorry" Lyrics

    Beyoncé

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    So what are you gonna 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 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 side chicks.

    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 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'USSÉ 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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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, nigga, nah
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    I ain't sorry
    No no, hell nah

    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
    This song was submitted on April 24th, 2016 and last modified on June 25th, 2016.
    Thanks to Aisha and zjenn4 for the contribution to this song.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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