Sorry

[Chorus: Caiti Baker]
I'm sorry
You're sorry
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
I'm sorry, you're sorry
You caught some feelings from me
I might just kill somebody
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
I'm sorry, you're sorry
You caught some feelings from me
I might just kill somebody
You make me feel some kind of way
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
You make me feel some kind of way

[Verse 1: Trials]
Ayy, B! Yo
I said, catch me politickin' with this politician, ripped him out of office
I promise, we keep it G without the thousand dollars
To our name sake, me and B, the same name in camouflage
Dropped so many S's off my chest they call it Abotage
Camo cars, looking for that buzz like I'ma land on Mars
They tried to ride along, but none could ever handle bars
Heavy on the hallion, my strings bring Adele in
Eureka on the speaker, that must mean that I'ma gellin'
Now I'm back, so they steppin', and I'm black, so they stressin'
That the fact that my weapon is just that
I'm black, so they terrified
Put the song on record so it never dies
I did the wrongs so my son could always get it right
What's being known if you ain't ever leaving home and speakin' on it?
You want a gimmick? Try being honest
That's a rare commodity in this here economy
But ayy, me n' B'll make 'em see like Pam & Tommy Lee

[Chorus: Caiti Baker & Trials]
I'm sorry, you're sorry
You caught some feelings from me (No apologies)
I might just kill somebody
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la

[Verse 2: Briggs]
I took that white money, turned that to my money
Round up the squad, don't worry who I sign, buddy
You don't like me or T? That's just fine, honey
Talkin' all that bullshit and now they tryna hide from me
Please, Briggs, you don't wanna shoot the messengers
But I wanna do somethin' to leave the messages
Livin' proof, you're gonna learn what the lesson is
You fuck around and I'ma have to make a mess of yas
I got a letter from the government, took it where my oven is
Cooked it on the stove top, fuck 'em, I want none of it
I asked 'em where my cousin went, you had him in your fuckin' pen
Killed him, got a holiday, that's not a punishment
So line up the white like I'm Maradona
You fucked around and made do some shit that I don't wanna
Apologies, don't follow me or you're a goner
I know you're sorry, and I'm sorry, but I gotta

[Chorus: Caiti Baker]
I'm sorry, you're sorry
You caught some feelings from me
I might just kill somebody
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
I'm sorry, you're sorry
You caught some feelings from me
I might just kill somebody
You make me feel some kind of way
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
Here come the pallbearers, yeah
Bury, bury, bury you deep
Deep down, down, down, down
La-di-la-da-di-la-da-la
Six feet under