Beyoncé – Sorry: Lyrics and Music Video

Sorry Lyrics

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?
Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart i broke without a
Gun to my head. here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead.
Rest in peace my true love, who i took for granted most bomb pussy. who
Because of me, sleep evaded. her shroud is loneliness, her god was listening.
Her heaven, will be a love without betrayal. ashes to ashes. dust to side chicks.

Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry

He trying to roll me up, i ain’t picking up
Headed to the club, i ain’t thinking ’bout you
Me and my ladies sip my d’ussÉ cup
I don’t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, i had enough
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’bout

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain’t thinking ’bout you

Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah

Now you want to say you’re sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now i’m the one that’s lying
And i don’t feel bad about it
It’s exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain’t thinking ’bout you

Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’bout you

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
Middle fingers up, i ain’t thinking ’bout you

Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
Sorry, i ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today i regret the night i put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, i’ll be far away
I’m far away
But i ain’t fucking with nobody
Let’s have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies ’bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when i’m not there
He better call becky with the good hair

He better call becky with the good hair