I'm Not Sorry - Rosa Ree

Yo I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?" "Can I get in with balloons?" He said, "Don't know, it depends" Called me back, I'm finding out, man, gave me ten Packed my stuff, get in my car, blasting tunes from start to end Neighbours taking pics of me like I won't come and smash your lens (wagwan?) Point this middle finger at you like, "What the fuck can you do?" (what?) You can call the feds, I'll slam my door like FU2 (what?) I'm like, "What's the matter?", it's a banger of a tune (what?) Me, apologise? You crazy loon ain't thought this through (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Sorry, I'm not sorry Yo I'm having the time of my life What do you want me to say? Give me the mic, I run up on stage I give 'em my flow, they give my a wave Any time I pick up the pace Ramming the place its getting insane Selling balloons, supplying the rave Give me a five, I'll give you a taste Breaking laws, come on a rave Death in the water, give me the pain Cash, give me the card Give me the yard that come with the lane Give me your girl that give me a sloppy Give me your label that does your poppy This is work, this ain't a hobby So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Yo I'm chilling to my tunes, neighbours complaining again You lot knocking at my door's really fucking up my zen I take one look at my phone, I got texts from my friend Telling me about this rave, I'm like, "Cool, bro, where and when?" Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Right, I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry Sorry, I'm not sorry Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) M-M-Must be off your trolley, I don't bow down to nobody (what?) But I'm tryna watch the corrie, well, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry So, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry

I don't really know how I got so far from me It feels like we started at the end of a story End of a story End of a story When we drove out from California Wheels turning around my mind Tell me, why are we still saying "I'm sorry" For the things that we left behind? Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me Me We keep running in circles Rising and falling But I don't wanna stop now No, I'm not sorry I'm not sorry I'm not sorry When we drove out from California Wheels turning around my mind Tell me, why are we still saying "I'm sorry" For the things that we left behind? Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me We keep running in circles Rising and falling But I don't wanna stop now No, I'm not sorry I'm not sorry I'm not sorry I'm not sorry Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay with me Me Me Me Me