Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sorry For What?, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sorry For What? |
| I swear I feel so all alone, back down on my knees again |
| Hopin you can keep me strong, 'cause I can’t hardly sleep tonight |
| I took too many sleepin pills, I drunk too many Miller Lites |
| And I can feel the Reaper near, so please forgive me for my sins |
| I am just another man, sorry for the pain that I’ve caused |
| I know that you’ll understand, these demons’ll drive me — insane |
| I’ve been goin mad, rightly oughta blow out my brains |
| 'Cause I’m hurtin bad but I’m fightin… blast, on the other day |
| These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other things |
| I’m slowly fading into my thoughts, (come against me, bring it on!) |
| And I’m driftin in and outta space, and I don’t believe I’m wakin up |
| With the alcohol, them drinks, drift me to another world |
| Where the sunshine stay shinin, I think I was finna url |
| Mom, can ya look at me? |
| This ain’t what I used to be |
| Tomorrow, I’ll be somebody else, 'cause I ain’t been me |
| I can’t seem to shake these, I’ll put that there on every day |
| Boy tryna figure me out, is like Lamar changing |
| But my childhood was fucked up — raised rowdy by a single moms |
| She told me my daddy didn’t give a fuck, she ain’t let him do his job |
| Seventh grade; |
| failing, and I don’t know my next of kin |
| These days in these fucked up ways, who the fuck are them? |
| My daddy had three other kids, but I ain’t never seen 'em |
| So, ain’t no sense in coming around now, you ain’t been here befo' |
| It’s sad but I ain’t feelin nuttin, my whole life’s been a fuckin maze |
| And when I tried to locate my siblings, they were gone away |
| Lost inside they other things, fucked me then, fucked me now |
| Quick to tell me «Show you some love» nigga show you Hell |
| Ain’t no love I’m feelin here, I ain’t never felt this vile |
| Momma — did you really love me, or was I just a child? |
| Said it, outside, I knew you seen it in my face |
| I wasn’t really happy here, but I was forced to lead the way |
| Copped me a Cheverolet, drift away to the other side just to think |
| If I get to see Heaven, I can thank you for the ride |
| And thank you for my other kids and even though |
| They mommas won’t admit that they can’t make it but bad |
| Low on the child support — always been bad boo, tryna make me out to be |
| The bad guy that I really ain’t, bitch so quick to hassle me |
| 'Cause I don’t see my kids enough, but I make the time to pick 'em up |
| But you find somethin to stick in my face — it ain’t me fuckin up |
| It’s bad enough, face to face, always wanna catch a case |
| So bad, they’ll try an get me they make me — and what takes the cake |
| Is the whole world is fuckin up, daddy know where the weankess at |
| And you spoke lies to ya old mans eyes, how could you sleep wit that? |
| Jepordize everything, just for searchin for larger life |
| Sacrificin the whole family, with no regards to Christ |
| Funny how people can take this shit for granted, right? |
| But then reality strikes, and changes things overnight |
| I thank the Lord for watchin over me, though I’m prone to doin wrong |
| I repent religiously, hopin that the weak get strong |
| When the heat get’s on |
| Hopin that the weak get strong, when the heat get’s on |
| Ya know, the street’s different, stays as it likes |
| Either, headin into a storm, ya in a storm |
| Or ya just got out of a storm, (yeah) think about it |