[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as we should've been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen
[Verse 2: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry to the freaks I led on (Nah, for real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instеad, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong
[Verse 3: Flower Boy]
Sorry to thе guys I had to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too (Tides)
Anyway, I don't wanna talk (Ooh)
[Verse 4: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private life 'cause you're weird (Uh)
Met that girl this year (But), that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as we should've been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen
[Verse 2: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry to the freaks I led on (Nah, for real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instеad, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong
[Verse 3: Flower Boy]
Sorry to thе guys I had to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too (Tides)
Anyway, I don't wanna talk (Ooh)
[Verse 4: Sir Baudelaire]
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private life 'cause you're weird (Uh)
Met that girl this year (But), that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
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