Sorry ft. Chris Brown Lyrics

Sorry ft. Chris Brown - Rick Ross

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What is this

(maybach music)

i love this maybach music

She's just perfect in every kinda way

But I don't think I can handle her pain

So messed up and I'm too busy just running my game

Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake

I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken con**ms, lipstick marks and unprotected s*x

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist

Conversating, she lick every tattoo that's on my face

Like a thug, I just wanna f*ck, that's every day

Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes

She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt

Get new p****, but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies, apologized, the thirst real

When she hit this thinking to herself, "Damn this verse real"

Rehab out in Vegas, I made this with Merc

Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet

Temporary thrills, all these women you think I told you

My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I recorded Meek song

Mill and Cash on the gram, they trending meech home

In the D and my G he throwing that P stone

Every picture that you post we comment on each one

I'm just a typical ordinary nigga

But, I know that I can't change the rules

All this time I blamed you cause I know what I'm doing

Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined

I tried to change but I'm always out, f**king around in the club

Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up

My worst nightmare is riding my back, I wish I could wake up

I feel like shit, know I ain't shit but I'm

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

Life short and baby girl you deserve a winner

Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger

Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver

Saying sorry, layin' up, or way up in your liver

Boss, the red bottom's got you walking funny

Get you an asian, she balling and all she talk is money

Take her shopping, baby boy ain't no salary caps

She get it popping so you better bring battery packs

Perfect time to relax

Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match

They all watch me cause the moves I make out here they budget

Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget

I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken con**ms, lipstick marks and unprotected s*x

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know