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

[Verse 1: Trials]
Hey B! I said, catch me politickin with this politician ripped him out of office
I promise, we keep it G without a thousand dollars
O our name sake, me and B the same name in camouflage
Dropped so many s's off my chest they it abotage
Camo cars, looking for that buzz like I'm a land on Mars
They tried to ride along, but none could ever handle bars
Heavy on the halion my strings bring Adele'n
Eureka on the speaker that must mean that I'mmagellin
Now I'm back so they stepping, and I'm black so they stressing
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 all C like Pam & Tommy Lee

[Chorus (Condensed): 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 dah 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 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'm a 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 'en' where my cousin went? You had him in your fucken pen
Killed him, got a holiday, and that's not a punishment
So line up the white like I'm Maradona
You fucked around 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 dah 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 dah la
La di la da di la dah la
La di la da di la dah la
Here come the pallbearers
Yeah
Bury, bury, bury you deep
Deep down down down down
La di la da di la dah la
Six feet under