Yo man I'm sorry, I ain't got a bag for you
Yo man I'm sorry, I can't play with you
Yo man I'm sorry, Busy playing the skin flute
Yo man I'm sorry, kinda sorry for you
Look at you sitting there, with the nappy looking hair
What you doing with your life, talking straight to a mirror
You never needed her, didn't want to fuck with them
Stop messing with the fakeys, start playing with your friends
Know who's real and who's just a figment
No pigment needed but know who isn't
Cause these people be playing when they act nice
Give em one chance, no need to fail twice
Yo man I'm sorry, this game's got me wack
Yo man I'm sorry, excuses ain't fact
Yo man I'm sorry, I don't know what to do
Yo man I'm sorry, feeling sorry for you
Fuck the strategy, kick it like a G
Living day by day, die by day, til you're weak
Retire, with nothing in your pocket
Just a story to be told and kids that'll love it
Yo man I'm sorry, my life's outta hand
Yo man I'm sorry, I don't wanna be a man
Yo man I'm sorry, if only this were true
Yo man I'm sorry, really sorry for you
Not looking for college, not looking for profit
Looking for the world that I lost to acknowledge
My success is defined by me
The prized education just isn't worth the fee
Yo man I'm sorry, sorry that I'm done
Yo man I'm sorry, this time you haven't won
Yo man I'm sorry, not just sorry for you
Yo man I'm sorry, sorry but fuck you
Look at you moping like you being paid to
Move past the subject or go back to where you came to
Past, present, future it's all there
Grow the fuck up as you shed your tears
Stand taller than the empire state
Don't let the wind blow you down at this rate
Leave nothing in your way, you've come to far
To give up now is to say you're sorry
Is to say bye, never wanted you here
Never valued what we had enough to care
Good luck on your journey is all I can say
Apologies aside, until the last day
To Cold Nights by Contrary Beats
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