Текст Beyonce – Sorry (Homecoming Live)

Let me hear you sing

Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah

He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
I ain’t picking up (I ain’t sorry)
I’m 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

Bugaboos
I need a good laugh
You, make me laugh

(Bugaboos)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Did that make us laugh?
Think about it

(Bugaboos)
Bzzz, bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz

Fall in line
Ladies?
Ladies?
Ladies?
Are we smart?
Are we strong?

(Suck, on my balls)
(Suck on my balls)
(Suck on my balls, bitch)
(Suck, on my balls)
(Suck on my balls)
(Hell nah)
(Hell nah)

Middle fingers up (Middle fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it in his face)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell, tell ’em boy bye)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell, tell ’em boy bye)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell, tell ’em boy bye)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell, tell ’em boy bye)
(I ain’t thinkin’ about you, hooah!)

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

I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I 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 can’t believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive for me to think she was from your past
Foolish of me to dream while you cheat (With what?)
With loose women
It took me some time, but now I am strong

Because I realized I got
Me, myself, and I, that’s all I got in the end
That’s what I found out
And it ain’t no need to cry
(I see you, how did you do that so fast?)
(She has on my outfit ya’ll)
Sang it
Me, myself, and I, that’s all I got in the end
That’s what I found out
And it ain’t no need to cry
And it ain’t no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I’m gon’ my own best friend

Right ladies?
Yes

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
Me and my whoadies ’bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I’m not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair