Album Name

Black Market (Deluxe)

Artist

Rick Ross

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2015.12.04

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Sorry (Feat. Chris Brown) - Rick Ross
She's just perfect in every kinda way
But I don't think I can handle her pain
So messed up and I'm too busy
just running my game
Oh girl after girl
mistake after mistake
I tried to change
but they always around
pulling me down in bed
Gave you my word but they were
just broken promises
Broken condoms lipstick marks
and unprotected sex
I feel like shit you know I ain't shit
Sorry don't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it so I used you
I'm sorry
oh I'm sorry don't make it right I know
We at the crib
she got her legs wrapped around my waist
Conversation
she lick every tattoo that's on my face
Like a thug
I just wanna fuck on it
that's every day
Temporary separations
confessing my mistakes
She packed her bags and
left me home and I'm still hurt
You knew shit but she can't tell me
that it's real first
A lot of lies apologised the thirst real
When she hit this thinking to herself
Damn this verse real
Read about it Vegas
I made this with Merc
Send the bottles to her table
then made love on the jet
Temporary thrills
all these women you think I told you
My feelings genuine
disregard what you see on blogs
I been a boss
before I ever recorded Meek song
Mill and Cash on the gram
they trending meat chong
In the D in my G
and he throwing that peace on
Every picture that you
post we comment for this one
I'm just a typical ordinary nigga
But I know that I can't change for you
All this time I blamed you
cause I know what I'm doing
Stabbing on your heart again
relationship ruined
I tried to change
but I'm always out
fucking around in the club
Pieces of my love letter tore up
from this break up
My worst nightmare went right in my back
I wish I could wake up
I feel like shit
know I ain't shit but I'm
Sorry don't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it so I used you
I'm sorry
oh I'm sorry don't make it right
I know
Like Jordan
baby girl you deserve a winner
Every day the diamonds
on you get bigger and bigger
Hustle from my heart
so every night I can deliver
Saying sorry lean up
way up in your liver
Boss the red bottom's got you
walking funny
Get you an agent
she balling and all she talk is money
Take you shopping
baby boy ain't no salary caps
She get it popping so you better
bring battery packs
Perfect time to relax
Nothing is perfect other
than me and the perfect match
They all watch me
cause the moves I make out they budget
Diamond digits
six figures on my shorty nugget
I tried to change
but they always around
pulling me down in bed
Gave you my word
but they were just broken promises
Broken condoms
lipstick marks and unprotected sex
I feel like shit
you know I ain't shit
Sorry don't turn back the clock
Baby I took advantage cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it so I used you
I'm sorry
oh I'm sorry don't make it right