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letra de never sorry (don't feel) - dusty locane

[chorus]
sorry, i can’t take back what i did
you was like my heart and like my wrist
throwin’ all my sh-t around the crib
i ain’t trippin’, baby, it is what it is
i’m sorry (don’t feel sorry)
you ain’t never heard a gangsta say, “i’m sorry”
(we all make mistakes)
i’m a hustler, baby, i ain’t never sorry

[verse 1]
forgettin’ is hard, and i don’t know ’bout forgiveness
had to say goodbye to my love, good riddance
tell me that you love me ’cause the way i treat you different
everything expensive, i can’t tell the difference
make your ho disappear, magic trick, houdini
i could tell a hatin’-ass n-gga, too easy
mama, your boy made it out, i’m on the tv
now i got a bunch of n-ggas out here tryna be me
back to my baby, or what we used to be
these days, we talkin’ on the phone, you just accusin’ me
but i don’t know what you want anymore
the love i’m tryna give you is just like a drug
still tryna figure out exactly what we was
know you can’t deny the sh-t that we done been through
you the one that broke your promise with a thug
[chorus]
sorry, i can’t take back what i did
you was like my heart and like my wrist
throwin’ all my sh-t around the crib
i ain’t trippin’, baby, it is what it is
i’m sorry (don’t feel sorry)
you ain’t never heard a gangsta say, “i’m sorry”
(we all make mistakes)
i’m a hustler, baby, i ain’t never sorry

[verse 2]
how we gon’ stick together, how we gon’ make it work?
the more i think about your love, the more a n-gga hurt
’cause i was tryna keep it real, and you was tryna do me dirt
how you leave me for the sh-t that you was doin’ first?
took me a minute, had to get to know you
i’m jackin’ your bop, i ain’t even gon’ hold you
don’t listen to them rumors that them b-tches done told you
still holdin’ it down like a n-gga supposed to
and if she ever switch, she gotta catch a full clip
’cause i put all my time and energy into this b-tch
she f-ckin’ with the fever, but i know she really sick
she went and took my cadence and then played it like a l!ck
hop out, hop out, watch his body drop
i put all my trust in the glock
your love, your love, what i really want
got three kids, but i’ma give you one
[chorus]
sorry, i can’t take back what i did
you was like my heart and like my wrist
throwin’ all my sh-t around the crib
i ain’t trippin’, baby, it is what it is
i’m sorry (don’t feel sorry)
you ain’t never heard a gangsta say, “i’m sorry”
(we all make mistakes)
i’m a hustler, baby, i ain’t never sorry

- dusty locane

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