Désolé - Rejjie Snow

Désolé

Everytime i see that number in my phone i’m like «Désolé»

And it’s us against the world my baby

Désolé

Brought you flowers, take the shower with me

Désolé

I feel like crashin' take this passion with me

Désolé

Love

Désolé

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Désolé

Désolé

Da-da-da

Da-da-da

I feel like i was born with a chip on my shoulder

Gettin' older, feelin' numb fuck the pain, yeah

Gettin' sober, i’m alone, i fell, trip

Not a smoker, black lungs, i’m a fool, yeah

I’m a loner (yes)

I was smooth MJ

Billie died last May

Couldn’t hold back tears

Swept up and away

Call me back and tell me things

Tell me that i’m fuckin' great

Best rapper to fuckin' live

Tell me that i make you proud

Tell me that you want my kids

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

Love is just a fuckin' sin

Désolé, désolé

Sorry, sorry all again

Désolé, obey, désolé I say

Désolé

Je suis désolé

Désolé

Désolé

Je suis désolé

Je suis désolé

Désolé

Désolé

Je suis désolé

Je suis désolé

Désolé

Désolé

Désolé

Désolé

Je suis désolé

Love

Yeah you know I met that guy… and it… was like crazy you know…

It was… something happened and… then I… I saw him

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I been on my shit

More sold than a separate itch

Lust things on the back of my bed i feel high

Phone rang my miss and my girl came by

She be steallin' hoddies, always ketchup on her fries

Never let a shorty tell you promises and lies

Pussy niggas messagin' me all the fucking time

Hey there, wellfare got me online

Wanna smoke weed, i wanna change lives

Wanne be the saddest nigga no one eve-

Wanna be the saddest nigga no one ever likes

Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die

(Wanna sell your soul or wanna fucking die)

sorry

Everytime i see that number in my phone i'm like "Sorry"

And it's us again the world my baby

sorry

Brought you flowers, take the shower with me

sorry

I feel like crashin' take this passion with me

sorry

Love

sorry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

sorry

sorry

Da-da-da

Da-da-da

I feel like i was born with a chip on my shoulder

Gettin' older, feelin' numb fuck the pain, yeah

Gettin' sober, i'm alone, i fell, trip

Not a smoker, black lungs, i'm a fool, yeah

I'm a loner (yes)

I was smooth MJ

Billie died last May

Couldn't hold back tears

Swept up and away

Call me back and tell me things

Tell me that i'm fuckin' great

Best rapper to fuckin' live

Tell me that i make you proud

Tell me that you want my kids

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

Love is just a fuckin' sin

Sorry Sorry

Sorry, sorry again

Sorry, obey, sorry I say

sorry

I'm sorry

sorry

sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

sorry

sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

sorry

sorry

sorry

sorry

I'm sorry

Love

Yeah you know I met that guy… and it… was like crazy you know…

It was… something happened and… then I… I saw him

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I been on my shit

More sold than a separate itch

Lust things on the back of my bed i feel high

Phone rang my miss and my girl came by

She be steallin' hoddies, always ketchup on her fries

Never let a shorty tell you promises and lies

Pussy niggas messaging me all the fucking time

Hey there, wellfare got me online

Wanna smoke weed, i wanna change lives

Wanne be the saddest nigga no one eve-

Wanna be the saddest nigga no one ever likes

Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die

(Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuck die)