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secret agent vella - sorrynotsorry lyrics

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chorus:

son of a gun
son of a b-tch
word to my mom
never forget
sorry not sorry
never this sorry
never meant sorry
never been sorry
never been sorry for sh-t that i did
never been sorry for livin in sticks
never been sorry for givin no sh-t
never been sorry for hitting the splif

(x2)

verse:

we all in a maze
going insane, part of the ride, apart of the train
ain’t that a pain?
p-ssing up time like playing a game
hold up, hold up
gimme a tic, wait for the clock
pick up the phone, put down the glock
if the light green, then why the would i stop?
this ain’t joke, you know i don’t troll

waving these people goodbye in a flash
quicker than lightning, a light and a flash
rings on my hand, four finger ring on my hand
hard as a rock, gold as a tan
pardon me part of me wants to go partying
harder than cupid when shooting his darts at me
hard to keep secrets when that sh-t’s apart of me
staying afloat see i never go under sea

oddisee
now i see
now you see
we all see
mindfreak
mind read
might take some time to hit your peak but don’t you freak out
you’re like a kettle, really think you need to let some steam out
might still live with my mumma but my homies think this a g house

ghee, wow
look at this kid
running his mouth all over this sh-t
wow, post malone with the hits
guess i better go and hit up a lick
l after l now you are losing
hour after hour, time is still ticking
owl after owl, where is your wisdom?
sorry your mum who deals with your b-tching

i been crazy, can’t you tell?
i threw stones up at the stars
but the whole sky fell
guess i pulled the wrong card
guess we’ll never know now
what the truth gon be
guess let’s just live in the now
that’s the way it’s gon be

that’s the way it’s gotta be
i’m just following my dreams
i think i finally see a light
this sh-t could be the first for me
the first for me, yeah, yeah, yeah

back to the rap haps
gimme my snapback back
back it up homie you don’t want no cap
back to the bad habs
days of the dad caps
got her on snapchat
chill, have a kit kat
imma get that cash cash
they gon get mad mad
homie if you sad sad
then go cry to da da
all i hear is blah blah
can’t catch me na na
si, sionara, try tomorrow, lata

sorry not sorry? that be the motto
feeling so lucky might win the lotto
rolling with models, what a role model
sorry not sorry, that be the motto

(x2)

chorus:

son of a gun
son of a b-tch
word to my mom
never forget
sorry not sorry
never this sorry
never meant sorry
never been sorry
never been sorry for sh-t that i did
never been sorry for livin in sticks
never been sorry for givin no sh-t
never been sorry for hitting the splif

(x2)

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