Rick Ross - Sorry lyrics

rate me

feat. Chris Brown

(Verse)

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 runnin my game

Ooh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake

(Pre-Chorus)

I've tried to change but they always around, pullin me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex

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

(Chorus)

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cuz I knew you

Wouldn't believe it, so I used you

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

(Verse)

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

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

Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day

Temporary separations, confessin my mistakes

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

You new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies apologized, the thirst real

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

Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin

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

Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed

My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I recorded Meek song

Mill in cash on the gram, they trendin Meech song

In the D in my G, he throwin that peace on

Every picture that you post we comments on each one

(Verse)

I'm just a typical ordinary nigga

But I know that I can't change the rules

All this time I blamed you cuz I know what I'm doin

Steppin on your heart again, relationship ruined

I tried to change but I'm always out, fuckin around in the club

Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up

My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up

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

(Chorus)

(Verse)

Life's 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

Sayin sorry, laying up, way up in your liver

Boss, the red bottom's got you walkin funny

Get you an agent, she ballin and all she talk is money

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

She get it poppin so you better bring battery packs

Perfect time to relax

Nothin is perfect other than me and the perfect match

They all watch me cuz he moves I make out they budget

Diamond digits, six figures on my shorty nugget

(Pre-Chorus) + (Chorus)