The Specktators Collective - Not Sorry lyrics

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The Specktators Collective - Not Sorry lyrics

[Verse 1: Packy] I say all the right things, don't I? Your friends know I'm not perfect I say all the right things, don't I? Your friends hope it's not working Your friends out of they depth now They weren't with you when I came around They weren't with you when we both were broke and picked each other up and then I let you, down Pieces of us, look what good intentions do You ain't been mine for a minute but I get possessive when somebody mentions you I can't turn it off, I can't delete it You think I say these things and never mean it I keep talking though and you keep believing It was never love, but it was what we needed, I know it Timing's undefeated, we couldn't beat it, God knows Now I'm pulling up for my shows, all black Tahoes You always said I'd be a star I don't think you really wanted it, I think I took it too far You used to never go anywhere without me, now I can't go anywhere that you are, it's too tough Heard you were with somebody, hope it's nobody you love And if they ever put a ring on it I just hope it change your mood up I can't help it, I'm so selfish, I don't want you with nobody I know it's not fair, I can't help it, can't apologize I'm not sorry [Hook: Cyrus] This sh** is deaded today This sh** it ain't just a phase This what they warned you about And you listen, you listen, you listen to them This sh** go way up, and it stay up, it stay up No, we ain't ever been sorry No, we ain't ever been sorry That's how it goes, that's how it, goes that's how And I'm not sorry [Verse 2: Cyrus] I've been f**ed up what you do to me If you wanna leave sh** it's cool with me I been on the move all winter long, sh** I dropped an album but I still ain't took the winter off They been riding waves need to make one If love is a drug I'ma take one Got a whole bottle to my face now Swallow my pride, hope the high is amazing If life is a b**h, never date one I don't like to b**h but I hate one I don't take hits but I make some Dodging every punch every line gotta say something If there's a God then I face one Every single day that I wake up No I ain't rich yet but the paper that I been writing on starting to look like a pay-stub So tell me why you always show up late though This the type of party people wait for This the point where others try to reach out But all them f**ing favors is the only sh** they reach for (yeah) Yeah, I'm on my fashion week sh** Do this every day if looks could talk you on some weak sh** (now) Now, tell me what you use more Your talent or your mind, cause either way you're still useless You walking by my side, but you ain't with me You talk like all the time, but you don't listen I'm turning corners over like possessions And I got the stamina, b**h I'm the future in this business And I k** it like abortions, yeah let's chop it, Jason Voorhees Think your song need less of you and more of me let's ask the jury Dead and living but ain't buried, love to miss me but don't worry When I sink it in the fourth, oh what they call it? premonition Only playing if I'm winning, cash a check on life's winnings f** a hook cause I got lines that's probably sharp enough to hurt you I ain't clock in, in a while but trust that I will still out work you See the vices in your logic, my Sinatra full of virtues Only ever catching vibes, I ain't ever catching feelings And sometimes to face the sun you gotta tear down every ceiling And expose a f**ing hater for the b**h that he concealing Definition high as ever know the film is always reeling Know the wheels is always peeling, you should see me burn through rubbers But see missing ain't appealing, yeah I miss her but don't love her Man I'm such a sh**ty brother, I don't make time for my brothers But it's too late made the bed I'm tired of being undercover If I make it then I make it, sh** I'll make it without you Seen these b**hes naked they ain't worried about you Heard you had potential that you'll never amount to sh** I wrote the f**ing book, treat this song like a how-to I ain't sorry