Tyler, The Creator – Sorry Not Sorry (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tyler, The Creator releases the music video for the self-produced “Sorry Not Sorry” song. Read the lyrics for the new piece.

Tyler, The Creator Sorry Not Sorry

Tyler, The Creator remains unapologetic as ever on his latest offering. The rapper announced Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale with the release of “Dogtooth.” Now, the Odd Future star is back with a second single from the project titled, “Sorry Not Sorry.” Once again, the California artist delivers a set of visuals that capture the song’s essence, as well as his evolution since Bastard. Tyler The Creator puts together this luscious combination of warm guitar progressions and soulful background vocals with an orchestral touch. The production serves as an excellent soundscape for his confessional of sorts. He addresses the changes in his personal and professional life.

Throughout the record, Tyler details how he’s come to terms with how relationships have shifted since his fame. While he continues to evolve, he also addresses fans who jumped off the bandwagon since his commercial success post-Wolf. “Sorry to the fans who say I changed,” Tyler The Creator gently raps before contorting his vocals with a menacing growl. He continues, “‘Cause I did/ You don’t know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is.” His range is the cornerstone of the duality he explores as if his conscious and subconscious are tearing him apart.

The rapper hasn’t shared the tracklist for Call Me If You Get Lost: The Estate Sale yet. However, we’re hoping that a few unreleased collaborations might appear in the album. Tyler The Creator joined forces with the likes of NBA Youngboy, Lil Uzi Vert 42 Dugg, and Teezo Touchdown. Additionally, Tyler linked up with Lil Wayne, Domo Genesis, Brent Faiyaz, Daisy World, and more.

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Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I’m sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry
Yeah

[Verse: 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 info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up 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 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
Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room
Don’t assume niggas is cool
Stay in your pocket, this is pool
Blah, blah, blah, blah ’bout trauma
You ain’t special, everybody got problems, uh
Sorry I’m not empathetic (Nah, I’m fuckin’), 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 fuck down
Oh, I’m out of touch and I’m a jerk? A bank account could never match my worth (That nigga gettin’ money, he a dick now)
Sorry Mother Earth, polluted air with chemicals and dirt
These cars ain’t gonna buy and drive themselves
What the hell 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
Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again, I can’t save niggas
I’m not Superman, but I could try
I’m sorry I’m pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn’t missin’
Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence, it get you niggas trippin’, man
Fuck the numbers, fuck 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 niggas ate
Gettin’ pressed by niggas hoppin’ gates
Thinkin’ it’s normal ’cause you ain’t supposed to make it past 18 or escape the Figure 8 cycle
And I promise this is like a diet, I’ma make a way and I did, did
Shit feel good, work paid off, now we gon’ celebrate
But niggas 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, fuck ’em