Really Sorry

[Verse]

Yeah, uh

Just call me back

Front side crooked on the flat bar

Lines in my head flash past like a fast car

Autobahn speed break the dial on speedometer

Too many miles cracked a smile for odometer

Whipping' in a rental car from Avis

Trumpet on my arm call me Kilometres Davis

I f’d all of your A-list

Skipped the whole playlist

Rock a beat faceless, but the patience of a sage is

Safe to say, I played the game, I'm over it

Flavoring ways will waste away your ownership

Copy, paste your haste and come up short again

It pays to know your place, I'm in the audience

As I flip a Tom penny into the wishing well

Arto be starry as I’m Geoff to kiss a tell

Uh, I'm Salabanzi with the Ponzi Scheme

You couldn't rattle off names from a radder team

A dope lad but I'm not from the PJ's

Laying wit' your lady in an Appleyard

BJ's for days

Casted as the room for the DJ's

Blast the trade bomb and Los Angeles raise

Uh, Ali Boulala Land

25 stairs, I ain’t lying out in France

Feeling on the handrail, lying in some vomit

Cast claiming they grinding, in reality they’re grommets, honest

I am really sorry for my contents

I'm trauma with the offense as you trauma with your comments

I hit clips from a minute like Cerezini

Shops to Bones and Biggie, eating toast with my linguini

Uh, I’m Johnny Rotten with the monologue

An antichrist with the ambiance, only joking

I'm only smoking just on occasion

Rest assured when I'm Tokyo, I'm looking Asian

Viet-nah, I’m only playing

Your Beijing, color that is Asian like raisin

Raising the flat bar just a notch

She's just a crush looking for some crotch, why not?

I be like Roger Klotz the way I bully with you big in the past tense

Lines over my head looking like back in the days

Racking up plays, but remained underground

Hogs stay in the plains that were mazed, and I'll say it again

Sorry

Mushroom graphic on my board, face foggy

Fourth place, probably

Back when Spitfire was a hobby with the bearings

Now I spit fire, it's apparent

I give a new definition to airy

Glifberg in the bowl with [?] learning to transfer

Independent with my credits

Subtle balance, watching wheels turn over granite

I'm moving mountains now that Lance is understanded

I'm the new-school old-school level two rampant

Rebel caused champion

Bevel gloss stamping

Never used hands on the meaning of my landing

I grip tapes and pass sticks after shows

It's the only way I know to show the pros I understand shit

Fast playing, while the competition's boneless

Now that's how you flip a beat, shout out to Bones Swiss