Sorry Lyrics latest song by The Kid LAROI. The Lyrics were written by Antonio Zito, Charlton Howard, Edgar Ferrera, Isaac De Boni, Jack Parisi, Jahmal Gwin, Khadijah Anwar, Marco Parisi, Michael Mule, and Thomas McGee and Produced by Dopamine, Boogz, DaBeast, FNZ, SkipOnDaBeat, and PARISI
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Sorry Song Details
| Song | Sorry |
| Artist/Singer | The Kid LAROI |
| Lyrics | Antonio Zito, Charlton Howard, Edgar Ferrera, Isaac De Boni, Jack Parisi, Jahmal Gwin, Khadijah Anwar, Marco Parisi, Michael Mule, and Thomas McGee |
| Produced | Dopamine, Boogz, DaBeast, FNZ, SkipOnDaBeat, and PARISI |
| Label | Columbia |
Sorry Music
Sorry Lyrics
Well, my first time, let’s see
Woke up with the sun today, it’s another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
But that shit six months ago, I’m set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I’m not givin’ nothing back, I got used to gettin’ paid
But no one ever told me what I had to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I’m just tryin’ not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don’t wanna hear from you, I’m losin’ my temper now
Get the f*ck up off my phone, I don’t wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Came back and now I still feel thе same way
F*cked up, in pain
Like, why thе f*ck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the f*ck I spent two hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my range
Shit don’t make no sense
I mean, the pressure’s immense
I’m nineteen tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset ’cause I’m always f*ckin’ workin’
Shit, I expect some respect
Can’t even go on the ‘net without someone goin’ for my neck
I forget that I’m blessed, I pray to God, I hope it’s a test
‘Cause I’ve been givin’ so much, I don’t know what I got left
Hold on, baby, check the score, why the hell you talkin’ for?
How many weeks on Billboard? Top ten, like forty-four, um
That’s just one song and plus my albums, there’s a couple more
Walked in Louis, bought the store, model b*tch, she love couture
All that sneak dissin’ on the internet, you must be bored
Want my reaction, but my time some shit you can’t afford
I paid like way too much for these diamonds, these b*tches ain’t floored
I wake up and thank the Lord
Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up
Uh, I do not really give a f*ck
Maybach truck, I pulled it off and I’m sorry
And I do not really give a f*ck
When I get high, I just get stuck and I’m sorry
(I am, I am, I am)
(I am, I am, I am)
(Sorry, sorry)
(Sorry)
