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lirik lagu i’ll apologize later – jordan d. mitchell

[chorus]
i’ll apologize later
i applaud all my haters
you n*ggas hid under radar
i claim my seat at the table
i’ll apologize later
but now i’m talking big mess
i lost it all once before
sh*t i’d k!ll for a check

[verse 1]
i come from stockton, my story written with caution
claiming her man fled the city but in truth lil b*tch shot him
we don’t take kind to gossip, b*tch my city is popping
if you ask about the mud, im throwing dub then crip walking
if i see you run up, then my goons steady busting
leave a hole in yo head like ya third eye was open
then we rob the mortician flip yo grave for a budget
sell it back to your mama call that profit a hauntin
i borrow bars from hades spitting fire with flavor
and if you hoes talking sh*t i be like crunk pull the lever
leave yo body dismembered, f*ck yo girl as a favor
she set yo b*tch ass up, we planned it back in december
thats why i can’t trust these hoes, dollar signs own my foes
my story written in gold, your fiction written in bold
if i pull up set trippin, know you pulled up loan
you fake banging a n*gga set know some blood gon be owed

[verse 2]
i remember back in the day, making beats in conway
yo baby momma a thot, she gave me top in the lot
posted up in the mall, that when evan got caught
the f*ck you robbin for when we here shooting shots?
charter way in mcdonalds playing dice fighting n*ggas
the police pull up they tripping, we dipping like its an eviction
dirty sprite i’m feeling right, where the f*ck is the b*tches?
they pulled up to the crib, b*tch i ain’t given you children
see when all is said and done, know that a n*gga had made it
i rose from the flames and to the world i’m greatest
no veras mañana, my mama raised d*mn prophet
why when real n*gga die that when they labor acknowledged
i rap, i trap, i compose the symphony sampled
i’m black, i’m back, got the chopper under my flannel
i’ll die for my n*ggas, and all my hoes will attack
anybody that oppose me tell my foes it a wrap

[verse 3]
i’ll apologize later
i guess later is now
i guess you should hear me out
your love held me down

i’ll apologize later
i guess later is now
i guess i should stay around
your love made me doubt

myself (myself)
myself (myself)
myself (myself)
myself (myself)

in autumn i will die, with the angels that do lie
tell my n*ggas, tell my b*tches tell em all i said goodbye
i hope mama will not cry, i hope christian will get bye
i hope winter lives her life, i hope paris is alright

[verse 4]
knuck before you buck n*gga, all these people artificial
running from them guns n*gga, all them people tryna k!ll you
mama said be better, but the hatred in me simmers
i don’t owe n0body sh*t, motha f*ck the bill collectors
i might have to go to heaven, just to kick it with my fellas
i’m asking diamond for forgiveness, she got forced in prostitution
you know the cops still beating n*ggas, civil rights is an illusion
if i die this f*cking early, then this song is my conclusion

i’m sorry for saying i love you when i know that i didn’t
i’m sorry for getting mad then i enforce our distance
i’m sorry for the n*ggas who had unfaithful b*tches
i’m sorry for the misogyny blatant in my lyrics
i’m sorry that your selfish and you don’t think that i listen
i’m sorry that i’m dying and kept that sh*t a secret
i’m sorry that i love you when your mind hates the attention
i’m sorry suicide didn’t work but keep on living

[verse 5]
mama beaten by some n*ggas, if i see em i’m a k!ll em
she prayed till she forgave em, and i stayed with hate conditioned
i’m wounded and i’m livid, my spirit beaten with switches
aunty mary died and i ain’t know that she was tweaking
my cousin 51/50 because the doctors do not get her
my sister battling depression, and i wish i could be there
i been falling in my debt, bet this gun make us equals
i don’t care if you rich,b*tch we robbing all of the people

i’m sorry for saying that i’ll call when i never respond
i’m sorry for getting in your feelings when i led yo ass on
i’m sorry for the women who in love with a dog
i’m sorry for the misogyny inside all my songs
i’m sorry that your selfish and you don’t think that i listen
i’m sorry that i’m dying and kept that sh*t a secret
i’m sorry that she changed you now you don’t trust ya n*ggas
i’m sorry that i can’t help you cuz i’ve been my demons

- jordan d mitchell

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