Public Apology lyrics

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[Intro]
I want every single one of you to know that I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart. I am so sorry, sorry that you're a little b*tch

[Verse 1]
You want apologies, well f*ck you
None of you motherf*ckers will know what I've been through
Been broke my whole life, been locked in jail cell
All of y'all can go to hell
In debt, washing dishes in a hot kitchen
No light ahead, just bad news and dark visions
You wanna talk like you know me
You wanna talk more sh*t like you motherf*cking know me

[Pre-Chorus]
Here we go, here we go, here we go
Now listen up

[Chorus]
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything
So go ahead and get offended by this
[Verse 2]
Take it or leave it, I think you probably need it
I see you b*tching for a living, I'm just glad I offended you
I'm here to stay, I ain't going away
You can yell and complain but I'ma stay the same, what?

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Are you done?
Are you done?
Are you f*cking done?

[Chorus]
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything

[Bridge]
Your finger's on the trigger
But my hand's around your neck
So easily insulted
I live under your skin
[Pre-Verse]
Uh, let me tell you something
Turn me up, uh, here we go

[Verse 3]
I went on tour without a penny in my pocket
Dreams of making music was the only thing I rocked with
You wanna judge like I'm on the stand
Well come and say it to my face and you can catch these hands

[Chorus]
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything
f*ck your sh*t, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could suck this di*k
I say c*nt, I say b*tch
You motherf*ckers get offended by anything

[Bridge]
Your finger's on the trigger
But my hand's around your neck
So easily insulted
I live under your skin
[Outro]
Hahaha, oh yeah
I am so sorry, hahaha, sike
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