Sorry (feat. André 3000)

T.I., André 300018 ธ.ค. 2012





T.I. – Sorry Andre

My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up

You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up

You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin the ho up

You bogus running out on your kids my ni**a grow up

For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake

For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day

Ay, nevermind what the blogs say

This what my mind and my heart say

My philosophy profit off of my properties

Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke sh*t is obsolete


Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me

Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot

Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it

Unlimited titanium ni**a, what's in yo wallet?

Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude

While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it

I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds

Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai

A broke ni**a telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies

Like a blind ni**a telling me it's an eye for an eye

Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die

But find a ni**a with more hustle then me I dare you to try

And according to the hand on my Audemar


It's my time to shine so f**k ya'll

What should sorry I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

What should I be sorry for

Who should be I sorry to


The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

I grew up in the gutter, life a motherf**ker


I get that why I don't trust a motherf**ker

Seen a ni**a snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother

Go to prison in love with a b**ch and a ni**a f**k her

I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers


Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted

Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over

It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder

Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover

F**k it, justify your action by stacking your dough up

You show up with a brick of coc*ine and baking soda

Just enough for me to blow up, ni**a hold up

Switch the flow up, cause these *s be snitchin' so much

I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut

Go to jail so what, see my never integrity perish

That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree

Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100

Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me

Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy

To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me

Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50

Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given

Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is

I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to


The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for

Who I should be sorry to

What it ain't, What is it ?

Even if you gotta live

I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a** a house big on a hill

I used to be a way better writer and a rapper

When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia

Now a ni**a speeding in a Porsche

Feeling like I'm going off a course

Cut these f**k *s off

Ni**a TIP in my life scream that till i'm horse

Duck these get the f**k off me projectiles, b**ch you ain't really got a choice

I'm living my life live yours

I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the world come to me

Talk to me sideways ni**a that's your a**

Slow it down, this that sh*t that'll make you call your momma

Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford

And this the type of sh*t that'll make you call your rap partner

And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for the f**kin' up tours


I hated all the attention so I ran from it

F**k it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it

I'm a grown-a** kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money

Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments


And this that sh*t that'll make you call your baby mama

When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that I did

Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids

And you say all the sh*t you gon' do better, we can againtry this sh*t

‘Round the time the d**e wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost

That's that d**e, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done offworn

Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed

Her baby boy face full of applesauce

Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault

Too much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorry

Was young and had to choose between you

And what the rest of the world might offer me, sh*t what would you do

Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance

Only if some cool a** older man would've let me know in advance


This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest

When he feel that he's broken up his nest

And he figured sh*t he was just doing the best couldthat he

Which end up being the worst that he could

And all some p**sy ni**a on the internet can say is that verse ain't good


It's boring – boring?



When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and

Told so many lies, don't know what to believe

I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said

She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up

I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest

But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes


Ooooh, you are so f**king fine

I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind


Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail

Who knows your body well


What should I be sorry for?

Who should I be sorry to?