Tom MacDonald - I’m Sorry lyrics

Honestly, y'all have been
Killing my confidence
All of the negative comments and gossip
It's hard to imagine the stress
That I'm under i'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry for all of this
I'm sorry for spitting the truth
Sorry for dissing that dude
Sorry for missing the point of the criticism
I was blinded by diamonds and loot
I apologize to all you guys
Y'all were right, I was out my mind
I went too far, I did too much
The haters were right when they said I suck
I did my best, it did nothing for me
I gave my guts and got lost in glory
I'm standing here while you sit before me
There's nothing left but to say "I'm sorry"

Honestly, y'all have been
Killing my confidence
All of the negative comments and gossip
It's hard to imagine the stress
That I'm under i'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry for all of this
I'm sorry for spitting the truth
Sorry for dissing that dude
Sorry for missing the point of the criticism
I was blinded by diamonds and loot
I apologize to all you guys
Y'all were right, I was out my mind
I went too far, I did too much
The haters were right when they said I suck
I did my best, it did nothing for me
I gave my guts and got lost in glory
I'm standing here while you sit before me
There's nothing left but to say "I'm sorry"

Sorry, I got a point of view
It's like a pistol you don't
Wanna point at you y'all are annoying, dude
Y'all are like rats racing in a gas-chamber
Y'all can't avoid the fumes
Y'all in a cage locked
My deranged thoughts are like Ray Charles
Waving chainsaws get your brain chopped
Into eight parts, take your face off
Hit the graveyard on my days off
I just cock, aim, and I spray shots
Till your legs lock and your veins pop
In a day's work, y'all get laid off
My girl shot every single fucking video
My heart wrote every single fucking song
Y'all aren't my children
My kids would be indigo
Obviously, I'm a fucking god
Rock with me, awfully cocky
Cock at the goblin? Shotgun and coffee
Slaughtering lots and I'm offering coffins
To anyone caught talking sloppy about me
Yeah come rock with the kid, young
Popping and rich
Got dollars, I'm copping the drip
I'm donning the armour and authoring honour
While bombing the targets that
Karma has missed, hey
Y'all don't comprehend I'm often on the mend
I'm depressed a lot
I've wrecked a lot of people who were friends
I've been anxious
I've had breakdowns that were
All inside my head i regret a lot of things
Now I won't stop till I'm avenged

Knock knock, who's there?
Y'all fucked around and let death in
I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson
I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin
Your best friends are dead ends
Your best bets are far-fetched
You're next-best, I'm a gold trophy
Your death threats were ghost stories