[Intro]
Look, look, ayy, look

[Verse 1]
I bought a flower for your sister and your momma too
See, they don't like me 'cause my face filled with tattoos
Your daddy like 'em, he just don't like you with black dudes
Because I'm quiet, they thinking I'm giving attitude
Who am I to tell the truth and lies apart?
They lie when they start and then they lie when finishing off
I want you momentarily, infinity, love
I think forever's in a second, I get scared if you rush
So slow it down, would you? Could you? Please
Suffer now, would you? Could you? Please
Just for me to 'ove you and never start, there's no finito
Nice and evil, oh, I done been injecting wittle needles, say

[Bridge]
Why are you so in-able
To fall in love and be stable?
I break hearts like J's so
At least when you with me it's all paid for

[Chorus]
I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I don't got nothing to say
I've been rubbing on your daughter
Probably out in Golden Gate
She say, "Don't you get her caught up
In some shit she can't escape"
I don't know how your girl was brought up
But she here with me today
[Post-Chorus]
So I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry, Mrs
Sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry, Mrs

[Verse 2]
I was tripping on a mountain, smoking, blazing with the sun
We often spoke about the moon and how he's never seen no one
Sometimes I step into the world 'cause lately I been so outside
I'm so outside, lil' shorty mine so when I touch her it's divine
I keep emotions to the side, that's why they hardly on my side
Can't break your heart but you'll break mine
I watch this movie all the time
We fuck and lag in bed and cry
And then we wouldn't know how we tried
A lot of sentimental monumental moments made me vibe, yeah

[Bridge]
You're chosen
You're the one that made me this way
For you, I would've fell on my face
It's funny how the love can bring hate, I'm glad you stayed away
You're frozen
There's a different look on my face
I can make the sky turn gray
She wish we could vibe all day but I'm gon' fade away so
[Chorus]
I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I don't got nothing to say
I've been rubbin' on your daughter
Probably out in Golden Gate
She say, "Don't you get her caught up
In some shit she can't escape"
I don't know how your girl was brought up
But she here with me today

[Post-Chorus]
So I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry, Mrs
Sorry, Mrs. Jackson
I'm sorry, Mrs