{"id":47327,"date":"2012-11-27T20:37:32","date_gmt":"2012-11-27T12:37:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=47327"},"modified":"2012-11-27T20:37:32","modified_gmt":"2012-11-27T12:37:32","slug":"t-i-x-andre-3000-sorry-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8dlyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=47327","title":{"rendered":"T.I. x Andre 3000 \u2013 Sorry (\u6b4c\u8bcd\/Lyrics)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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[T.I.]
\nMy cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
\nYou bogus in the lambo if you ain’t lifting the door up
\nYou bogus poppin’ pills if you ain’t pickin the ho up
\nYou bogus running out on your kids my n*gga grow up
\nFor God’s sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
\nFor large stakes let the hammer bang broad day
\nAy, nevermind what the blogs say
\nThis what my mind and my heart say
\nMy philosophy profit off of my properties
\nGet it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke sh*t is obsolete
\nPossibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
\nSophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
\nOfficially silent, all you wish you could get I got it
\nUnlimited titanium n*gga, what’s in yo wallet?
\nOut of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude
\nWhile you clowns couldn’t have got a cap and gown if you bought it
\nI parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds
\nHustle January, July, fly to Dubai
\nA broke n*gga telling me ’bout how I’m dividing the pies
\nLike a blind n*gga telling me it’s an eye for an eye
\nBullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
\nBut find a n*gga with more hustle then me I dare you to try
\nAnd according to the hand on my Audemar
\nIt’s my time to shine so f-ck ya’ll<\/p>\n

[Hook]
\nWhat should I be sorry for
\nWho should I be sorry to (2x)
\n(?) can’t please everybody
\nYou can’t please everybody
\nWhat should I be sorry for
\nWho should I be sorry to<\/p>\n

[T.I.]
\nI grew up in the gutter, life a motherf-cker
\nI get that why I don’t trust a motherf-cker
\nSeen a n*gga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
\nGo to prison in love with a b*tch and a n*gga f-ck her
\nI seen real G’s destroyed by real suckers
\nInnocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
\nSuch a horrible truth, but you see it over and over
\nIt’s nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder
\nPacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
\nf-ck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up
\nYou show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda
\nJust enough for me to blow up, n*gga hold up
\nSwitch the flow up, cause these n*ggas be snitchin’ so much
\nI promise all they missing’s the badge, coffee, and donut
\nGo to jail so what, never see my integrity perish
\nThat ain’t the Harris’ way, study my pedigree
\nPromise I’m one of the only ones who keep it 100
\nProbably why I think they all out to get me, you can’t convince me
\nLarge money and fame will plant seeds of envy
\nTo make my partners resent me enough to come and get me
\nCatch me slippin’ and hit me, just like they did 50
\nCause I’m in the position that he think he should be given
\nListen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
\nI’m on a narrow path and we all can’t travel<\/p>\n

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[Andre 3000]
\nWhat it ain’t, What it is?
\nEven if you gotta live
\nI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big *ss house on a hill
\nI used to be a way better writer and a rapper
\nWhen I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
\nNow a n*gga speeding in a Porsche
\nFeeling like I’m going off a course
\nCut these f-ck n*ggas off
\nn*gga TIP in my life scream that till im horse
\nDuck these get the f-ck off me projectiles, b*tch you ain’t really got a choice
\nI’m living my life live yours
\nI don’t even like rapping fast
\nBut that’s how the word come to me talk to me sideways n*gga that’s your *ss
\nSlow it down, this that sh*t that’ll make you call your momma
\nSay hey I’m sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn’t afford
\nAnd this the type of sh*t that’ll make you call your rap partner
\nAnd say I’m sorry im awkward, my fault for f-ckin’ up the tours
\nI hated all the attention so I ran from it
\nf-ck it if we did, but I hope we ain’t lose no fans from it
\nI’m a grown-*ss kid, you know ain’t never cared about no damn money
\nWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comets
\nAnd this that sh*t that’ll make you call your baby mama
\nWhen you gone on half a pill, don’t know why but that I did
\nThen you take a flight back to the crib, y’all make love like college kids
\nAnd you say all the sh*t you gon’ do better, we can try this sh*t again
\n‘Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost
\nThat’s that dopamine, I mean dopamine you think you could done ??
\nWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
\nHer baby boy face full of applesauce
\nMaybe should have stayed but it ain’t yo fault
\nToo much pressure, I fell off, I’m sorry
\nToo strong and had to choose between you
\nAnd what the rest of the world might offer me, sh*t what would you do
\nWell I’d probably do it differently if second the chance
\nOnly if some cool *ss older man would’ve let me know in advance
\nThis, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father’s chest
\nWhen he feel that he’s broken up his nest
\nAnd he figured sh*t he was just doing the best that he could
\nWhich end up being the worst that he could
\nAnd all some p-ssy n*gga on the internet can say is that verse ain’t good
\nIt’s boring – boring?
\nReally?<\/p>\n

When I’m disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and
\nTold so many lies, don’t know what to believe
\nI discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said
\nShe said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up
\nI love these distractions but my mind don’t wanna rest
\nBut my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
\nOoooh, you are so f-cking fine
\nI woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind<\/p>\n

Ooooh, who knows your ponytail
\nWho knows your body well<\/p>\n

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