[Remixed by Sango]

Part 1: "Sorry Not Sorry"

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
I used to think about how you would act when a n***a got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say "What's up?" to me
Okay, so now you wanna make love to me

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had somethin' special
But you don't mean nothin' to me
Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Just be honest, girl, what you want from me?
This ain't nothin' new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these n***as get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my n***as, them n***as love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (one up)

[Pre-Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Young n***a, young n***a
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on n***a)
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

[Cassette change]

Part 2: "Sober Thoughts"

[Verse 3: Goldlink]
We fight tomorrow then we fuck again
I fuck her homie, she find out
And then she fuck my man
Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit
Then she call the cops and say
"You always make me sick"
Then we fuck again, we make it up
And then we're back to where we used to be
And usually, it take like two or three
Sometimes it last a week
Then we fight again, then I fuck her friend
This cycle never ends
That same little n***a yelling out that west side
Was that same motherfucker in that drive-by
West side till I motherfucking D-ie
East side get the love when I get high
Pop bottles and I forget you even exist
Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the Panther fist
Baby girl doing better with a star now
When I'm so deep in her pussy
Make a star child