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.
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
Sorry Not Sorry video – Tyler The Creator