Artist: T.I. f/ André 3000 Album: Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head Song: Sorry Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [T.I.] My cup runneth over in Pinot Grigio, hold up You bogus in that Lambo if ye ain't liftin the do' up You bogus poppin pills if ye ain't pickin the hoe up You bogus runnin out on your kids, my nigga grow up For God's sake, like a wedding cuttin large cake For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day Ay, never mind what the blogs say This what my mind and my heart say My philosophy profit off of my properties Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watchin me Sophisticated, psychotic; fly as a pilot Officially solid, all you wish you could get I got it Unlimited titanium nigga, "What's in yo' wallet?" Out of gladiator college I made it summa cum laude Where you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it I parlay with Saudis, buyin crude oil and diamonds Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai A broke nigga tellin me 'bout how I'm dividin the pies Like a blind nigga tellin me it's an eye for an eye Bull-headed and stubborn, I'll be that way 'til I die But find a nigga with more hustle than me I dare you to try And accordin to the hand on my Audemar It's my time to shine, so fuck y'all [Chorus] What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? Ooh The fact is you can't please everybody You can't please everybody What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to? [T.I.] I grew up in the gutter, life a muh'fucker I guess that's why I don't trust a muh'fucker Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers Innocent ladies raped and defenseless, babies abducted Such a horrible truth but you see it over and over It's nothing, get numb to it and your heart grow colder Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover Fuck it, justify your actions with stackin your dough up He show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up Switch the flow up cause these niggaz be snitchin so much I promise all they missin's a badge, coffee and donut Go to jail, so what? Never see my integrity perish That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it a hun'ned Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me Catch me slippin and hit me just like they did 50 Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is I'm on a narrow path and we all can't trap [Chorus] [André 3000] What it ain't, what it is? Even if you gotta live I learned that apartment's way more excitin than a big-ass house on the hill I used to be a way better writer and a rapper when I used to want a black Karmann Ghia Now a nigga speedin in a Porsche; feelin like I'm goin off a course Cut these fuck niggaz off negative in my life, scream that 'til I'm hoarse Duck these get-the-fuck-off-me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choice I'm livin my life, live yours, I don't even like rappin fast But that's how the world come to me, talk to me sideways nigga that's yo' ass Slow it down - this that shit that'll make you call your momma Say "Hey I'm sorry for beggin for all them clothes you couldn't afford" And this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partner and say "I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin up the tours" I hated all the attention so I ran from it (I ran from it!) Fuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it (no fans from it!) I'm a grown-ass kid, you know I ain't never cared 'bout no damn money Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comets? And this that shit that'll make you call your baby mama When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again 'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost That's that dope I mean, I mean Dopamine, you think Cupid done wore off Waitin in the hallway with her arms crossed, your baby boy face full of applesauce Maybe should've stayed but it ain't yo' fault, too much pressure I peel off I'm sorry, 'twas young and had to choose between you and what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you do? Well I'd probably, do it differently if second the chance Only if some cool-ass older man would've let me know in advance This-this quarry, that is dug so deep, in a father's chest When he feel that he's broken up his nest and he figured shit he was just doin the best that he could, which end up bein the worst that he could And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good It's boring? Boring? ... Really? Hahaha Well I'm disgusted with this world and, I can hardly breathe and, told so many lies don't, know what to believe I discussed it with this girl and, this is what she said She said, "Lay down baby, baby rest your weary head" I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest But my body disagrees so I laid upon her breasts, yes Ooooh you're, so fuckin fine I, woke up the next mornin with new purpose on my miiiiiiind Ooooooh, who pulls your ponytaillllll? Who knows your body welllllll? Huh? [Outro] What should I be sorry for? Who should I be sorry to?