Sorry

Sorry - Rick Ross/Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)

She's just perfect in every kinda way

But I don't think I can handle her pain

So messed up and I'm too busy just running my game

Oh girl after girl mistake after mistake

I've tried to change but they always around pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like sh*t you know I ain't sh*t

Sorry won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it so I used you

I'm sorry oh I'm sorry don't make it right I know

We at the crib she got her legs wrapped around my waist

Conversation she lick every tattoo that's on my face

Like a thug I just wanna f**k that's every day

Temporary separations confessing my mistakes

She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt

You new p**sy but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies apologized the thirst real

When she hear this thinking to herself damn this verse real

Rehab out in vegas that made this a murdered sin

Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet

Temporary thrills all these women you think I tossed

My feelings genuine disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I recorded meek song

Mill in cash on the gram they trending meech home

In the d and my g he throwing that p-stone

Every picture that you post we comments on each one

I'm just a typical ordinary ni**a

But I know that I can't change the rules

All this time I blamed you cause I know what I'm doing

Stepping on your heart again relationship ruined

I tried to change but I'm always out f**king around in the club

Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up

My worst nightmare went right in my back I wish I could wake up

I feel like sh*t know I ain't sh*t but I'm

Sorry won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it so I used you

I'm sorry oh I'm sorry don't make it right I know

Life's short and baby girl you deserve a winner

Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger

Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver

Saying sorry laying up way up in your liver

Boss the red bottoms got you walking funny

Get you an agent she balling and all she talk is money

Take her shopping baby boy ain't no salary caps

She get it popping so you better bring battery packs

Perfect time to relax

Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match

They all watch me cause the moves I make out they budget

Diamond district six figures on my shorty nugget

I've tried to change but they always around pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like sh*t you know I ain't sh*t

Sorry won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it so I used you

I'm sorry oh I'm sorry don't make it right