Never Tell U Sorry

Man, this beat so hard
Yeah, Young Heart Throb, Smooky MarGielaa
Yeah, hey

I could never tell you sorry
Put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it
Gave you love, you abused it
I had plans, I had big plans
If you want Chanel, we could do it
I ain't never want the fame, baby
But we took a chance and we blew it, yeah

’Rari, I put that girl in a 'Rari
All of these niggas, they sorry
All of these niggas, they sorry
Top peeled back on the car
Bad bitch, you know she wanna party
I'm on my VLONE like Bari
I ain’t call your phone, I'm sorry
Yeah, all these chains on me exhausting
I just left Rick Owens, New York
Baby, not no Neiman Marcus
She swear I got all the women
I've been on the road, you get it
I know you want a piece of me
It's hard to just stop lovin' me, yeah

I could never tell you sorry
Put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it
Gave you love, you abused it
I had plans, I had big plans
If you want Chanel, we could do it
I ain't never want the fame, baby
But we took a chance and we blew it, yeah
I could never tell you sorry
Put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it
Gave you love, you abused it

Gave you love, you abused it
Come in through designer, new shit
Don't be acting like a nuisance
I could always get a new bitch
MarGielaa Man, what the fuck do you mean?
Boy, better watch how you talkin' to me
Chains on my neck, bitches on bling
I’m in a jet, I’m overseas
Twenty G's, girl, what you need?
Get you designer from top to your feet
VLONE tee, Krispy Kreme
Big duffel bag on me, Louis V
Pullin’ up in Margiela's
I've been ballin', 23
What I did in Coachella
Came with Rocky in the Beam
Money large, money large
Count it up then fall asleep
Foreign cars, foreign cars
Heard you comin’ in a Jeep

I could never tell you sorry
Put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it
Gave you love, you abused it
I could never tell you sorry
Put my feelings into music
Gave you love, you abused it
Gave you love, you abused it