A.B. Original - Sorry lyrics

[Hook: Caiti Baker] I'm sorry You're sorry La di la da di la dah la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just k** somebody La di la da di la dah la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just k** somebody You make me feel some kind of way La di la da di la dah la La di la da di la dah la La di la da di la dah la You make me feel some kind of way [Verse 1: Trials] Hey B! I said, catch me politickin with this politician ripped him out of office I promise, we keep it G without a thousand dollars O our name sake, me and B the same name in camouflage Dropped so many s's off my chest they it abotage Camo cars, looking for that buzz like I'm a land on Mars They tried to ride along, but none could ever handle bars Heavy on the halion my strings bring Adele'n Eureka on the speaker that must mean that I'mmagellin Now I'm back so they stepping, and I'm black so they stressing That the fact that my weapon is just that - I'm black So they terrified, put the song on record so it never dies I did the Wrongs so my son could always get it right What's being known if you ain't ever leaving home and speakin' on it You want a gimmick? Try being honest That's a rare commodity in this here economy But ayy, me n' B'll make em all C like Pam & Tommy Lee [Hook: Caiti Baker] I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just k** somebody La di la da di la dah la [Verse 2: Briggs] I took that white money, turned that to my money Round up the squad, don't worry who I sign buddy You don't like me or T? That's just fine honey Talkin' all that bullsh** and now they tryna hide from me Please Briggs you don't wanna shoot messengers But I wanna do somethin' to leave the messages Livin' proof you're gonna learn what the lesson is You f** around and I'm a have to make a mess of yas I got a letter from the government, took it where my oven is Cooked it on the stove top, f** 'em I want none of it I asked 'en' where my cousin went? You had him in your f**en pen k**ed him, got a holiday, and that's not a punishment So line up the white like I'm Maradona You f**ed around made do some sh** that I don't wanna Apologies don't follow me or you're a goner I know you're sorry, and I'm sorry but I gotta [Hook: Caiti Baker] I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just k** somebody La di la da di la dah la I'm sorry, you're sorry You caught some feelings from me I might just k** somebody You make me feel some kind of way La di la da di la dah la La di la da di la dah la La di la da di la dah la Here come the pallbearers Yeah Bury, bury, bury you deep Deep down down down down La di la da di la dah la Six feet under