Beyoncé - Sorry (Video ufficiale e testo)

Beyoncé - Sorry testo

(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry

He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout ('bout)

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye... boy bye...
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry)

I ain't sorry (sorry)(you)
I ain't sorry (you)
I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you (nigga, nah, sorry)
I ain't sorry (ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah

Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding

I ain't thinking 'bout you, sorry (interrupting my grinding)
(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry)
(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
(Bye) Tell him, boy, bye (bye)... boy bye...
(Bye) Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry)

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), nigga, nah
I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away...
I'm far away...
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up (grow up)
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (stroll up)
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there (not there)
He better call Becky with the good hair...

He better call Becky with the good hair