Sorry (Feat. Chris Brown)

May-May-May What is this May-May-May Maybach Music I like this Maybach Music, hahahaha Verse 1: Chris Brown She's just perfect in every kinda way But I don't think I can handle her pain So messed up and I'm too busy just runnin' my game Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Rick Ross I've tried to change, but they always around pullin' me down in bed May-May-May Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises boom Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex uh I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit Chorus: Chris Brown Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right, I know Verse 2: Rick Ross We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist Conversation, she lick every tattoo that's on my face Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day Temporary separations, confessin' my mistakes She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt You new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first A lot of lies apologized, the thirst real When she hear this thinkin' to herself, Damn this verse real Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin Sent the bottles to her table, then made love on the jet Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs I been a boss before I recorded Meek song Mill in cash on the 'gram, they trendin' Meech home In the D and my G, he throwin' that P-Stone Every picture that you post, we comments on each one Verse 3: Chris Brown & Rick Ross I'm just a typical ordinary nigga But I know that I can't change the rules All this time I blamed you 'cause I know what I'm doing Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined I tried to change, but I'm always out, fuckin' around in the club May-May Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up uh My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up uh I feel like shit, know I ain't shit, but I'm... May-May-May Chorus: Chris Brown & Rick Ross Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right, I know gotta love it, baby, uh May-May-May Verse 4: Rick Ross Life's short and baby girl, you deserve a winner Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger Hustle from my heart, so every night I can deliver uh Sayin', Sorry, layin' up, I'm way up in your liver boss The red bottoms got you walkin' funny ha Get you an agent, she ballin' and all she talk is money right Take her shoppin', baby boy, ain't no salary caps uh She get it poppin', so you better bring battery packs huh Perfect time to relax Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match They all watch me 'cause the moves I make out they budgets Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget Post-Chorus: Chris Brown I've tried to change, but they always around, pullin' me down in bed May-May-May Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex Yeah, I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit Chorus: Chris Brown Sorry, won't turn back the clock May-May Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right May-May-May