I'm Sorry Lyrics

I'm Sorry - Tom MacDonald

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Honestly, y'all have been killin' my confidence

All of the negative comments and gossip

It's hard to imagine the stress that I'm under

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this

I'm sorry for spittin' the truth

I'm sorry for dissin' that dude

Sorry for missin' the point of the criticism

I was blinded by diamonds and loot

I apologize to all you guys

Y'all were right, I was out my mind

I went too far, I did too much

The haters were right when they said I suck

I did my best it did nothin' for me

I gave my guts and got lost in glory

I'm standin' here while you sit before me

There's nothin' left but to say "I'm sorry"

Sorry, that doesn't bother me

I don't owe anybody an apology

I don't have no regrets in my biology

Reload and shoot for the stars, y'all look like astronomy

No one as hot as me, copy me commonly

Wannabes, y'all are so shockingly comedy

Carry the weight of my songs all on top of me

I will not break I'm not made out of pottery

Bury your bodies on acres of property

Place them at angles like sacred geometry

Down with modesty

Everything I drop is quality

Promise, like honestly, follow me

I ain't gonna stop with the hits

Come rock with the kid

like Pac woulda been

I'm a god with the pen, no cops at the crib

Got guap 'cause I'm awesome at this

Underrated, overpaid, they hate it

Complicated calculations made to rape the paper

Razor-sharp like blades and Freddy versus Jason

Angels in my heart and Satan in the basement

Raisin' hands and faces what has made me famous

Great imagination, fatal combination

Labels holler daily, I've been on vacation

Basic translation is: "I don't give a fuck!"

Sorry I got a point of view

It's like a pistol, you don't want the point at you

Y'all are annoyin', dude

Y'all are like rats racin' in a gas-chamber

Y'all can't avoid the fumes

Y'all in a cage locked

My deranged thoughts are like Ray Charles

Waving chainsaws cause yo' brain chopped

Into 8 parts, take yo' face off

Hit the graveyard on my days off

I just cock, aim, and I spray shots

'Til yo' legs lock and your veins pop

In a day's break y'all get laid off

My girl shot every single fuckin' video

My heart wrote every single fuckin' song

Y'all aren't my children my kids would be indigo

Obviously I'm a fuckin' god

Rock with me, awfully cocky, cockin' the garbage

Shotgun and coffee

Slaughtering lots and I'm offering coffins

To anyone caught talkin' sloppy about me, yeah

Come rock with the kid

Young, poppin' and rich

Got dollars, I'm coppin' the drip

I'm downing the armour and authoring honour

While bombing the targets that karma has missed, hey

Y'all don't comprehend I'm often on the mend

I'm depressed a lot, I've wrecked a lot of people who were friends

I've been anxious, I've had breakdowns that were all inside my head

I regret a lot of things now I won't stop 'til I'm avenged

Knock knock, who's there?

Y'all fucked around and let death in

I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson

I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin

Your best friends are dead ends

Your best bets are far-fetched

You're next-best, I'm a gold trophy

Your death-threats were ghost stories