Not Sorry

作词 : Jill Scott/Amber Navran/Max Bryk/Andris Mattson/Rapsody

作曲 : Jill Scott/Amber Navran/Max Bryk/Andris Mattson/Rapsody

I'm not sorry

That you tried to rewrite the story

But you forgot to check your math

I'm not sorry

You don't wanna do this without me

And still chose to treat me so bad

I'm not sorry

'Cause you're gonna get what you give

And what you've been giving is stay small stay back

No, I'm not sorry

That all my hard work's been paying off

And I forgot to pick up your slack

I'm not your fixer

I'm not gonna spend my saturday

Apologizing for your mess

I'm not your sister

I'm not your mother or your wife

I'm not your source of happiness

But most of all

I'm not sorry

Hello, you've reached the waves hotline

This is your operator

If you have a complaint, please press one and leave a message

We'll make sure to get it to your mama

If you're looking for an apology, please hang up now

Uh, I think this bitch bless blocking from her blessings

Hmmm (She selfish)

Manipulation don't work the same like it used to

Hmmm (I hate her)

She got boundaries I can't get around

I'm not tupac (I get around)

She prioritizing herself

She talking more to god

She holding me accountable

She say I'm not her job (Why not?)

She say in order to be whole I gotta play my part (That's crazy)

Why can't she piece me all together?

Ain't she good at art? (Fix me)

I don't like her clarity

Her freedom disturbing my flaws

Damn

Your disconnection, my redirection, I self-corrected

Spent too much time accepting less than my weight in metal

Looking at my feet and I'm missing petals

Where my roses? Y'all been posing

You don't love me the way that you say, I know it

Pulling at my strings

Everybody got motives

What you need you want from me without reciprocity

I'm the only one that I owe an apology

For putting up with sorry mother****ers disturbing my peace

Ya bitch

I'm not your fixer

I'm not gonna spend

My saturday (I'm not gonna spend my saturday night)

Apologizing

Open the blinds, open your eyes

I'm not your mother or your wife

I'm not

I'm not your sister, I'm not your mother

And I ain't sorry

I'm not at all

Not even a little bit, ooh

Feels so good to me

I'm happy to be free and live

And a vibe

And a vibe, and I'm not sorry

Whatcha holding on for? Let it go, come on

On a star, on a fish, on a bird, on a plane

You could wish on anything

Whatcha holding on for? Let it go, come on, come on

Anything, but you ain't gon' be me

I'm not sorry

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it

Sweet as I am, I'm not sorry

Let it, let it, let it go, let it go

Let it go

I feel better

I feel better