Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry) Yeah, I coulda made a better choice I mean, what the fuck? I'm sorry I'm fuckin' sorry Yeah I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin Sorry we ain't close as we should've been Sorry to my old friends The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen Sorry to the freaks I led on (nah, for real, I'm sorry) Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong Sorry to the guys I had to hide Sorry to the girls I had to lie to Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too Anyway, I don't wanna talk Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give So you stalk, make up fibs Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh) Met that girl this year (but), that's none ya biz Give enough with my art, know your place My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part I'm sorry I don't wanna link (I don't wanna link) And small talk over dinner, I don't even drink Can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room Don't assume niggas is cool Stay in your pocket, this is pool Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh Sorry I'm not empathetic Sorry you think I'm pathetic Sorry I don't wanna bro down, sorry I don't know your pronouns I don't mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk? A bank account could never match my worth (that nigga gettin' money, he a dick now) Sorry Mother Earth, pollutin' air with chemicals and dirt These cars ain't gonna buy and drive theyselves What the hell you think I work for? Not to not explore and stay the same Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know) But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again I can't save niggas, I'm not Superman, but I could try I'm sorry I'm pretentious Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin' Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence It get you niggas trippin', man Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference Let me see y'all hit a stage (no, y'all can't do it) Let me see y'all write a page (y'all not gon' do it) Let me see you make a decision I made And claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8 Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18 Or escape the Figure 8 cycle And I promise this is like a diet I'ma make a way and I did, did Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate But niggas claim you arrogant When they can't relate to moments of feelin' great So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em Sorry, not sorry (buck 'em, buck 'em) I got two words, fuck 'em Okay, cool And like that We really mean it this time I guarantee another era is upon us So once again, we gone
Y’all are fast wow
Saving this for future mashups
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice
I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry
I'm fuckin' sorry
Yeah
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as we should've been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen
Sorry to the freaks I led on (nah, for real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong
Sorry to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs
Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh)
Met that girl this year (but), that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
I'm sorry I don't wanna link (I don't wanna link)
And small talk over dinner, I don't even drink
Can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink
Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room
Don't assume niggas is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma
You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh
Sorry I'm not empathetic
Sorry you think I'm pathetic
Sorry I don't wanna bro down, sorry I don't know your pronouns
I don't mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down
Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?
A bank account could never match my worth (that nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)
Sorry Mother Earth, pollutin' air with chemicals and dirt
These cars ain't gonna buy and drive theyselves
What the hell you think I work for?
Not to not explore and stay the same
Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did
Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is
Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right
In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off
Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again
I can't save niggas, I'm not Superman, but I could try
I'm sorry I'm pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin'
Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence
It get you niggas trippin', man
Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook
You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference
Let me see y'all hit a stage (no, y'all can't do it)
Let me see y'all write a page (y'all not gon' do it)
Let me see you make a decision I made
And claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8
Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate
Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates
Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18
Or escape the Figure 8 cycle
And I promise this is like a diet
I'ma make a way and I did, did
Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate
But niggas claim you arrogant
When they can't relate to moments of feelin' great
So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em
Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em
Sorry, not sorry (buck 'em, buck 'em)
I got two words, fuck 'em
Okay, cool
And like that
We really mean it this time
I guarantee another era is upon us
So once again, we gone
Me waving my hand side to side
yall so fast man !! i mean i search for this but i was not sure that this really even exist tho
I still waiting on Madlib and Tyler collaboration album
Madlib produced WHAT A DAY so you don’t need to wait anymore😭
DOUBLE NICE!!!
thank u
🔥🔥
bro it must be tyler secret account he is the only channel with the perfect instrumental
what are the vocals singing
"Youuuuuu- and me girll"
😥 "Promo SM"