Lyrics Not Sorry - Packy , Cyrus

I say all the right things, don't I?
Your friends know I'm not perfect
I say all the right things, don't I?
Your friends hope it's not working
Your friends out of they depth now
They weren't with you when I came around
They weren't with you when we both were broke and picked each other up and then I let you, down
Pieces of us, look what good intentions do
You ain't been mine for a minute but I get possessive when somebody mentions you
I can't turn it off, I can't delete it
You think I say these things and never mean it
I keep talking though and you keep believing
It was never love, but it was what we needed, I know it
Timing's undefeated, we couldn't beat it, God knows
Now I'm pulling up for my shows, all black Tahoes
You always said I'd be a star
I don't think you really wanted it, I think I took it too far
You used to never go anywhere without me, now I can't go anywhere that you are, it's too tough
Heard you were with somebody, hope it's nobody you love
And if they ever put a ring on it I just hope it change your mood up
I can't help it, I'm so selfish, I don't want you with nobody
I know it's not fair, I can't help it, can't apologize
I'm not sorry
This shit is deaded today
This shit it ain't just a phase
This what they warned you about
And you listen, you listen, you listen to them
This shit go way up, and it stay up, it stay up
No, we ain't ever been sorry
No, we ain't ever been sorry
That's how it goes, that's how it, goes that's how
And I'm not sorry
I've been fucked up what you do to me
If you wanna leave shit it's cool with me
I been on the move all winter long, shit I dropped an album but I still ain't took the winter off
They been riding waves need to make one
If love is a drug I'ma take one
Got a whole bottle to my face now
Swallow my pride, hope the high is amazing
If life is a bitch, never date one
I don't like to bitch but I hate one
I don't take hits but I make some
Dodging every punch every line gotta say something
If there's a God then I face one
Every single day that I wake up
No I ain't rich yet but the paper that I been writing on starting to look like a pay-stub
So tell me why you always show up late though
This the type of party people wait for
This the point where others try to reach out
But all them fucking favors is the only shit they reach for (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on my fashion week shit
Do this every day if looks could talk you on some weak shit (now)
Now, tell me what you use more
Your talent or your mind, cause either way you're still useless
You walking by my side, but you ain't with me
You talk like all the time, but you don't listen
I'm turning corners over like possessions
And I got the stamina, bitch I'm the future in this business
And I kill it like abortions, yeah let's chop it, Jason Voorhees
Think your song need less of you and more of me let's ask the jury
Dead and living but ain't buried, love to miss me but don't worry
When I sink it in the fourth, oh what they call it? premonition
Only playing if I'm winning, cash a check on life's winnings
Fuck a hook cause I got lines that's probably sharp enough to hurt you
I ain't clock in, in a while but trust that I will still out work you
See the vices in your logic, my Sinatra full of virtues
Only ever catching vibes, I ain't ever catching feelings
And sometimes to face the sun you gotta tear down every ceiling
And expose a fucking hater for the bitch that he concealing
Definition high as ever know the film is always reeling
Know the wheels is always peeling, you should see me burn through rubbers
But see missing ain't appealing, yeah I miss her but don't love her
Man I'm such a shitty brother, I don't make time for my brothers
But it's too late made the bed I'm tired of being undercover
If I make it then I make it, shit I'll make it without you
Seen these bitches naked they ain't worried about you
Heard you had potential that you'll never amount to
Shit I wrote the fucking book, treat this song like a how-to
I ain't sorry