She ain’t sorry！
So what are you going to do now that you’ve killed me? "Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke, without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who, because of me, sleep evaded." Her shroud is loneliness, her god was listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks. Spoken-word poetry by Warsan Shire
Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you gotta see me wilding Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout you
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home Today I regret the night I put that ring on He always got them fucking excuses I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is I left a note in the hallway By the time you read it, I'll be far away I'm far away But I ain't fucking with nobody Let's have a toast to the good life Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes Me and my baby, we gon' be alright We gon' live a good life Big homie better grow up Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up I see them boppers in the corner They sneaking out the back door He only want me when I'm not there He better call Becky with the good hair
