I'm Not Sorry - mike.

I’m not sorry

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been smoking, I’m not thinkin' about tomorrow

Pass the bottle, I’m in trouble

Okay I know, but I’m not sorry

No I’m not sorry, I said I’m not sorry

No I’m not sorry

So pass me that liquor

Been a long day, girl I need a pick up

Too drunk to drive, send a cab to come and get us

Woke up wearing two different shoes like a kicker

So take me back to SoHo, 3rd street and Bowery

But I don’t really know though

Sorry I’m not sorry

Cause I can’t go home yet

My credit card’s at the bar and I don’t know where my phone’s at

Yeah, alright, we be gettin' reckless, drunk textin', up late, fuck breakfast

And don’t it feel good not carin' about shit

But I know tomorrow they gon' hear about this

And we stumblin' home

You can tell me that it’s wrong but I know

I just wanna be me, not the people on the radio or the tv

Same kid that made his first song back in D. C

And never lost sight of all that, word to Stevie

Now everything is blurry, vision used to be 20/20, Katie Couric

Now it’s not though

Cause I’m faded on that whiskey and got all my homies with me

Everybody getting trippy, turn up

And don’t it feel good not carin' about shit

But I know tomorrow we gon' hear about this, nd we stumblin' home

You can tell me that it’s wrong, yeah I know but —

So turn up

Hit the bar, kill the scene, I call that murder, now word up

So bring another round bartender

Cause all the best nights are the ones we can’t remember

Ones we can’t remember

Cause all the best nights are the ones we can’t remember