Lyrics Sorry That I'm Not Sorry - Whitney Peyton, Alexia Rodriguez

Sorry That I'm Not Sorry

I’m about to flip the script, dyslexic actors
doing big things, despite my stature.
Forget consequences, it’s not a factor
my mind’s upside down like my mom had me backwards.
I kill bars so my enemies all want me benched
I’m like AMC ya tuned in to he walking dead.
They send me hate mail with caps in the letter head
I treat 'em like Snoop’s bandana, never red.
You mad I rap with an image so unghetto?
I’m not a puppet no strings no Geppetto.
My brains off but my hearts always on tempo
so when I sing it’s all true no falsetto.
Let’s make the walls echo with your assumptions
and buy music chock-full of pure redundance.
I’m done with it.
I’ll run scissors in hand trippin'
belligerent, no shit given, man listen.
If you mad go ahead and take a number though.
I’m the anxiety inside you that you come to know.
Bet I’m sittin' in regret?
Hardly ….
Sorry that I’m not sorry.
I’ve made mistakes.
Karma kicked my ass twice.
Still stickin' out my tongue in the fast life.
Bet I’d do it all again though I’m awfully …
sorry that I’m not sorry.
I’ve got a lotta Exes with the same story.
They’re pissed off and they wanna place the blame on me.
I’m just lost.
I recall you said you’d wait for me
while I did my thing but now your life has no more space for me.
And now I’m feelin' like Macaulay cause I’m home alone
throwing stones at glass houses while I’m on the phone.
With record labels steady claimin' that my flow is dope
I’m sorta stoked I’m brithin' hope like my water broke.
Won’t take a thing back, because my fails made me.
I’m on the crazy train flyin' off the rails daily.
They never thought the next big thing to air maybe
a pale lady with a mic who likes to wear paisley.
Just to cause a stir and leave my mom concerned.
What happened yesterday?
That shit is all a blur.
I can’t wait up I’m ready so I’m jumpin' on it.
No patients like doctors on unemployment.
If you mad go ahead and take a number though.
I’m the anxiety inside you that you come to know.
Bet I’m sittin' in regret?
Hardly ….
Sorry that I’m not sorry.
I’ve made mistakes.
Karma kicked my ass twice.
Still stickin' out my tongue in the fast life.
Bet I’d do it all again though I’m awfully …
sorry that I’m not sorry.
Sorry that I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry.
If you mad go ahead and take a number though.
I’m the anxiety inside you that you come to know.
Bet I’m sittin' in regret?
Hardly ….
Sorry that I’m not sorry.
I’ve made mistakes.
Karma kicked my ass twice.
Still stickin' out my tongue in the fast life.
Bet I’d do it all again though I’m awfully …
sorry that I’m not sorry.