Don’t Tell Me That Your Sorry

[Chorus]
Don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No, Don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I was slippin', big slippin'
She was throwin' them signs, like she was cribbin'
I was payin' no mind, showin' [?]
But nothin' make them tingle like a man's indifference
Damn, that's some strange shit
That's the David Blaine crawlin' out the flame shit
The old dopamine [?] for the brain shit
It's like the doves go flyin' when they see you with a damn bitch
Now what's a man to do
I ain't write the code, I'm just a standard dude
Skatin' through life without a plan or clue
I was honest when I never had a plan with you
Why can't a thing just be a thing
Why we so damn quick to tie the [?] strings
We make it harder than it's got to be
Settlin' just the love, that's the dichotomy

[Bridge 1]
And I ain't want a girl from the get-go
That's the problem with the world, it's a shit show
Everybody got their own intentions
Livin' life in their own dimension
And if I tell you that I'm lurkin' with other women
You'll go fightin' even harder for bursts of my attention and apology
But damn that's the worst move
'Cause that's assumin' I knew that it would hurt you

[Chorus]
Don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No, don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No

[Verse 2]
God Lord, what a mess this is
I just dropped by to get a little festivus
Maybe do some heavy bettin', play some chess and shit
Listin' to some tunes, decompress and shit
I know better, we're never just droppin' by
We're always leavin' our humans and their lives
Nothin' really worse than seein' a girl's tears
I should have cut the line when you was catchin' the feels
Dang, I guess I don't think that much
I just go with the motion and I drink too much
I'm a little self-centered just to say the least
I got some karma comin' for me, that's a guarantee

[Bridge 2]
And I ain't gonna like it when it's my turn
Probably hit the bottle hard, watch the sky burn
And you'll be off livin' life with a young stud
Gettin' you a little taste of some real love

[Chorus]
Don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No, don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No

[Verse 3]
Sometimes I swear I wanna go [?]
[?] for the God damn hell of it
Find a little island in the tropics where I pass my days
Go futon [?], I'm a cast away
Never hurt a soul, never speak no lies
Never see a person 'til the day I die
Never pay taxes, never pay the rent
I'll be shootin' flares up to the Lord and them
Singin'

[Chorus]
Don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No, don't tell me that you're sorry
When you ain't thinking of me
No, don't tell me that you're sorry