MIKE - I'm Not Sorry lyrics
[MIKE - I'm Not Sorry lyrics]
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 DC
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
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 DC
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