REGRETS

[Intro: MIKE]

Robert Chambers

Uh, uh

How could it hurt? How could it hurt?

Uh, uh

Ayy

How could it hurt me again?

Papa proud how I'm workin' the pen

If it's—, yeah uh

[Verse 1: MIKE]

How could it hurt me again?

Papa proud how I'm workin' the pen

If it's doubt, then I'm certain to end

With a cloud of some herb in my hand

Around me, the sturdiest, watch when we lurk

Don't get loud, I got courteous friends

You was on, now your turn, it was dead

Just for clout, I was learnin' instead

How you sour? Keep learnin' the steps

Run your mouth when you heard of me next

'Cause this power, I burden your set

In a hour, I burn me a check

Yeah, I'm down with the dirtiest

I'm tryna splurge some, ridin', we servin' the best

Use the slots, I'm determined to flex