Sorry - Butterfingers

When I’m not fuckin', all I wanna do is fuck

And get the hell outta there after I bust a nut

Because I ain’t one for permanent attachment

Girls wonder where the dick that was in their snatch went

I’ll be out the door and you won’t see me for a week

Until I crave the attention of a butt naked freak

River city girls are shitty now they all scoff me

I do not have the time to take you all out to coffee

Sorry, just trying to be honest with ya

You can call me motherfucker till I get the picture

Cap me, slap me, diss in a rap me

You can call me motherfucker that’ll make me happy

Sorry

Just trying to be honest with ya

You can call me (motherfucker)

Till I get the picture

Sorry

Just trying to be honest with ya

You can call me (motherfucker)

Till I get the picture

I’ve got more energy and fuel to sell than a Duracell battery

Factory and it keeps coming back to me

I’ll blast ya cause I’m faster

With a richer double carburettor fuel injected mixture

In the house like a fixture is where I am

My wit is quicker than the cars at the pro-am

High on dust I’ve been buzzing for days

This is the ninth time I’ve had a line today

I’ll take two steps backwards and one step forward

(Drugs are bad) but you’ve got to adore them

I’m soarin' so bad I’ve got vertigo

The rhymes are are idiotic but they never sound pathetic

Though I’m like an elephant because I never forget

I’m a genius trapped in the body of a dickhead

I’ll surgically remove the bullshit you’re attached to

Take your own words and use them back against you

You just called me motherfucker if I heard correctly

In a lame attempt to try and disrespect me

If you call me motherfucker, I don’t get upset

I’ll just ask around till I’ve found your mum’s address

And believe me I will call

Sorry

Just trying to be honest with ya

You can call me (motherfucker)

Till I get the picture

Sorry

Just trying to be honest with ya

You can call me (motherfucker)

Till I get the picture

Sorry

Sorry

Sorry

So very sorry