"Intro (Sorry Not Sorry)" lyrics
I am the master of my fate
(Fate-fate-fate-fate)
How much do you know about Davy Jones?
Not much
Davy Jones
I am the the captain of my soul
Yeah
(My soul-my soul-my soul)
Yeah
I just got a box of that Mota on conny
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
I can't wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
I've been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
I know that it's dramatic
But I ain't getting grabbed
With this package that I'm slappin' out
Trappin' out of Darren's house
Chattin' 'cause he's cattin' now
Need to get to baggin'
Got a few wishes, ain't no genie, no Aladdin
Got a beanie lookin' Jasmine, don't miss home, fantastic
Mota in the plastic, I cook coca with the magic
OT with them OAP's, that's Cash in the Attic
I got issues, got a habbit
For that cash, I am a addict
Timeless, classic, I'm living my dream
I became a Jugg Lord in these mad streets
Got a lot of spots poppin' like it's acne
Still out swingin' shots, getting gwop in tax free
Now I'm rockin' drip, check the drip, it's styley
Steppin' on coyotes got me feelin' wiley
You are not my homie, brudda, you ain't my G
Where were you when I was lonely? You was not beside me
I just got a box of that Mota on conny
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
I can't wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
I've been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
Brrr
I just got a call from the plug
He said, "you a fool boy, why did you run?"
"Gave you grub, man, I used to show you love"
Then I told him, "suck your mum"
And I laughed, and hung up
'Cause it's the life that we live
Trappers, drillers, pirates
All part of the team, TT the label
In the streets but we hate the streets
Playin' for keeps while chasin' my dream
But I used to chase fiends
It's mad
But I guess I believe in destiny
(Fate-fate-fate-fate)
How much do you know about Davy Jones?
Not much
Davy Jones
I am the the captain of my soul
Yeah
(My soul-my soul-my soul)
Yeah
I just got a box of that Mota on conny
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
I can't wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
I've been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
I know that it's dramatic
But I ain't getting grabbed
With this package that I'm slappin' out
Trappin' out of Darren's house
Chattin' 'cause he's cattin' now
Need to get to baggin'
Got a few wishes, ain't no genie, no Aladdin
Got a beanie lookin' Jasmine, don't miss home, fantastic
Mota in the plastic, I cook coca with the magic
OT with them OAP's, that's Cash in the Attic
I got issues, got a habbit
For that cash, I am a addict
Timeless, classic, I'm living my dream
I became a Jugg Lord in these mad streets
Got a lot of spots poppin' like it's acne
Still out swingin' shots, getting gwop in tax free
Now I'm rockin' drip, check the drip, it's styley
Steppin' on coyotes got me feelin' wiley
You are not my homie, brudda, you ain't my G
Where were you when I was lonely? You was not beside me
I just got a box of that Mota on conny
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
I can't wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
I've been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
Brrr
I just got a call from the plug
He said, "you a fool boy, why did you run?"
"Gave you grub, man, I used to show you love"
Then I told him, "suck your mum"
And I laughed, and hung up
'Cause it's the life that we live
Trappers, drillers, pirates
All part of the team, TT the label
In the streets but we hate the streets
Playin' for keeps while chasin' my dream
But I used to chase fiends
It's mad
But I guess I believe in destiny
