Sorry (feat. Chris Brown)

May-may-may What is this? (May-may-may) Maybach Music I like this Maybach Music, hahaha 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 Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake 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 Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, don't make it right, I know 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, confessing 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 Sent 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, and my G, he throwin' that P-stone Every picture that you post, we comments on each one I'm just a typical ordinary nigga But I know that I can't change the rules All this time I blamed you 'cause I know what I'm doing 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 (Uh) I feel like shit, know I ain't shit, but I'm Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, don't make it right, I know 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, layin' 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 Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match They all watch me 'cause the moves I make out they budget Diamond digits, six figures on my shorty nugget 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 Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right I apologize I'm not perfect I'm not perfect