Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

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Tyler The Creator released a new album in March 2023 called Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale. The album is composed of 24 tracks and has gained the undivided attention of a large number of Tyler The Creator fans. 

The Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics of the song have been the focus of so much attention, even to the point where we wondered if Tyler had a daughter when we read that line on Dogtooth. One of the most complex songs of the set is Sorry, Not Sorry, which is an exploration of Tyler’s character and all the reasons he needs to feel sorry (or not) about what he did and what he is now.

In the Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics of Tyler The Creator which he reflects on all the peculiarities of his personality, the lyricist apologizes sincerely and supports his character when he feels that he could have done better, and confirms his personality when he feels he did not do anything wrong. 

There is a strong stream-of-consciousness aspect to the song where Tyler recapitulates all the aspects of his persona in a nutshell.

Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics - Tyler The Creator

Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t see you more

I’m sorry that the four minutes 

where you see your son 

could feel like a chore

Sis’, I’m sorry I’m your kin

Sorry we ain’t close as 

we should’ve been

Sorry to my old friends

The stories we coulda wrote if 

our egos didn’t take the pen

Sorry to the freaks I led on 

(Nah, for real, I’m sorry)

Who thought their life was 

gonna change ’cause I gave ’em head on

But instead, I sped off, yeah, 

I know I’m dead wrong

Sorry to the guys I had to hide (Ooh)

Sorry to the girls I had to lie to

Who ain’t need to know if 

I was by the lake switchin’ tides, too (Tides)

Anyway, I don’t wanna talk (Ooh)

Sorry if you gotta dig for the 

info I don’t wanna give

So you stalk, makeup fibs, 

just to talk about my private life 

cause you’re weird (Uh)

Met that girl this year (But), 

that’s none ya biz

Give enough with my art, 

know your place

My personal space, y’all 

don’t need to be a part

I’m sorry I don’t wanna link 

and small talk over dinner

I don’t even drink, can’t guilt trip me, 

I’m ice cold, roller rink

n–a-n–a-n–a, read the room

Don’t assume n–as is cool

Stay in your pocket, this is a pool

Blah, blah, blah, blah about trauma

You ain’t special, 

everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I’m not empathetic 

(Nah, I’m f–kin’)

Sorry you think I’m pathetic

Sorry I don’t wanna bro-down

Sorry I don’t know your pronouns

I don’t mean no disrespect

But, damn, we just met, calm the f–k down

Oh, I’m out of touch and I’m a j–k?

A bank account could never 

match my worth 

(That n–gettin’ money, he a d–k now)

Sorry, Mother Earth

Polluted air with chemicals and dirt

These cars ain’t gonna 

buy and drive themselves

What the hell do you think I work for?

Not to not explore and stay the same (I’m)

Sorry to the fans who say 

I changed, ’cause I did

Sorry you don’t know me on a 

personal level to pinpoint what it is

I’m sorry to my ancestors 

(I’m so sorry), I know 

I’m supposed to fight (I know)

But this ice shinin’ brighter than 

a black man’s plight, I’ma make it right

In the meantime, I’ll give some 

advice while these blood 

diamonds gettin’ cleaned off

n–a, f–k the price, spend it then, 

then again, I can’t save n–as

I’m not Superman, but I could try

I’m sorry I’m pretentious

Sorry that the talent, 

knowledge and passion aren’t missin’

Sorry when I talk my s–t and 

I could back it up with confidence, 

it gets you n–as trippin’, man

f–k the numbers, f–k a hook

You put me on a stage and 

I’ll show you the difference

Let me see y’all hit a stage 

(No, y’all can’t do it)

Let me see y’all write a page 

(Y’all not gon’ do it)

Let me see you make 

a decision I made

And claim that I don’t know about 

minimum wage or Section 8

Water in the ketchup bottle 

to stretch when n–as ate

Gettin’ pressed by n–as hoppin’ gates

Thinkin’ it’s normal ’cause you 

ain’t supposed to make it past 

eighteen or escape the Figure 8 cycle

And I promise this is like a diet, 

I’ma make a way and I did, did

Feel good, work paid off, 

now we gon’ celebrate

But n–as claim you arrogant 

when they can’t relate to 

moments of feelin’ great

So they aim, duck-duck-duck ’em

Shot right back, buck-buck-buck ’em

Sorry, not sorry (Buck ’em, buck ’em)

I got two words, f–k ’em

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