Lyrics: Jill Scott/Amber Navran/Max Bryk/Andris Mattson/Rapsody
Music: Jill Scott/Amber Navran/Max Bryk/Andris Mattson/Rapsody
I'm not sorry
That you tried to rewrite the story
But you forgot to check your math
I'm not sorry
You don't wanna do this without me
And still chose to treat me so bad
I'm not sorry
'Cause you're gonna get what you give
And what you've been giving is stay small stay back
No, I'm not sorry
That all my hard work's been paying off
And I forgot to pick up your slack
I'm not your fixer
I'm not gonna spend my saturday
Apologizing for your mess
I'm not your sister
I'm not your mother or your wife
I'm not your source of happiness
But most of all
I'm not sorry
Hello, you've reached the waves hotline
This is your operator
If you have a complaint, please press one and leave a message
We'll make sure to get it to your mama
If you're looking for an apology, please hang up now
Uh, I think this bitch bless blocking from her blessings
Hmmm (She selfish)
Manipulation don't work the same like it used to
Hmmm (I hate her)
She got boundaries I can't get around
I'm not tupac (I get around)
She prioritizing herself
She talking more to god
She holding me accountable
She say I'm not her job (Why not?)
She say in order to be whole I gotta play my part (That's crazy)
Why can't she piece me all together?
Ain't she good at art? (Fix me)
I don't like her clarity
Her freedom disturbing my flaws
Damn
Your disconnection, my redirection, I self-corrected
Spent too much time accepting less than my weight in metal
Looking at my feet and I'm missing petals
Where my roses? Y'all been posing
You don't love me the way that you say, I know it
Pulling at my strings
Everybody got motives
What you need you want from me without reciprocity
I'm the only one that I owe an apology
For putting up with sorry mother****ers disturbing my peace
Ya bitch
I'm not your fixer
I'm not gonna spend
My saturday (I'm not gonna spend my saturday night)
Apologizing
Open the blinds, open your eyes
I'm not your mother or your wife
I'm not
I'm not your sister, I'm not your mother
And I ain't sorry
I'm not at all
Not even a little bit, ooh
Feels so good to me
I'm happy to be free and live
And a vibe
And a vibe, and I'm not sorry
Whatcha holding on for? Let it go, come on
On a star, on a fish, on a bird, on a plane
You could wish on anything
Whatcha holding on for? Let it go, come on, come on
Anything, but you ain't gon' be me
I'm not sorry
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it
Sweet as I am, I'm not sorry
Let it, let it, let it go, let it go
Let it go
I feel better
I feel better