Hit-Boy - Ballad of an Asshole lyrics

[Verse 1] a**hole, yeah that's what they calling me And they can watch the time fly While they wait on an apology D.F.Y., D.F.Y., that's the story of my life They always told me don't speak If you ain't saying nothing nice Attitude over everything, everything over my exes Everyone stays for dinner Only the chosen stay for breakfast Sorry, I'm not sorry Came in tardy to the party, dressing, acting like I'm Ari They ask me why I'm conceited And why I'm over-achieving People done f**ed me over So really I'm just getting even There's a price on my head, I'm going for dead ‘Cause nobody cares about me I've been way too self-involved, I guess it's my fault Maybe we'll just have to wait and see And you know... As I'm living, I dont stress ‘em, I God bless ‘em Learned that lesson, now I'm better I'm walking into confession One shot for my people Who never made it up out the ghetto To get through this sh** I'm gon' need another shot of espresso [Hook] f** ‘em all is what I'm yellin' ‘til I die Did it all on my own, I'm doin' what I fantasized Might have hurt a couple feelings, but I never told no lies And the nerve of these folks, they want me to apologize? I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not Sorry for stuntin', sorry for nothin' Sorry for what? Sorry, I'm not sorry [Verse 2] a**hole, why the f** you callin' me? Said it ‘cause I had to, that wasn't a real apology Scorpio my astrology, tardiness is my policy “Lived a man, died a legend” someday will be my biography Living and loving and learning, watching the world as it's turning They say that this is just murder, please let me call my attorney Dudes, what about ‘em? See boyfriends are like a**holes Every girl's got one, it's just that we don't want to hear about ‘em I'm in London and Paris, stunt and embarra**, shopping at Harrod's Seeing an heiress, she lies to parents, she's running my errands And wondering why I dont want to get married ‘Cause I don't give a f**, don't give a f** (Won't you tell ‘em like) I dont give a f**, don't give a f** In love and war there are no rules and no regulations No judges, no congregations No hugs and no conversations No love and no consummation Stop letting my confidence expose all your insecurities And you wonder why nothing worries me (Thought I told ‘em, you know) [Hook] [Outro] I told him, “real men never ask for help” He turned to me and said, “son, don't flatter yourself” I told him, “real men never ask for help” He turned to me and said, “son, don't flatter yourself”