Sorry Lyrics – T.I. ft. Andre 3000

Sorry Lyrics – T.I. ft. Andre 3000

 [Verse 1 - T.I.]

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 nigga 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Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete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 nigga, 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 nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies

Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye

Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die

But find a nigga 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 fuck ya'll

[Hook]

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to (2x)

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

[Verse 2 - T.I.]

I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker

I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker

Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother

Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck 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

Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up

You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda

Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up

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

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

Go to jail so what, never see my 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - André 3000]

What it ain't, What it is?

Even if you gotta live

I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house 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 nigga speeding in a Porsche

Feeling like I'm going off a course

Cut these fuck niggas off

Nigga Tip in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse

Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch 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 nigga that's your ass

Slow it down, this that shit 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 shit that'll make you call your rap partner

And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours

I hated all the attention so I ran from it

Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it

I'm a grown-ass 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 shit 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 shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again

'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost

That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off

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, shit what would you do

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

Only if some cool ass 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 shit he was just doing the best that he could

Which end up being the worst that he could

And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good

It's boring - boring?

Really?

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 fucking 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?