[Intro: "Good Will Hunting" sample & Cyrus Malachi]
“It’s not your fault, alright, it’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, don’t fuck with me
It’s not your fault, don’t fuck with me alright
Don’t fuck with me John, not you
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault”
Dystopian Dialect, Cyrus Malachi
[Chorus: Mierous Hennessy]
I could have done this and I could have done that
Focus on this but I focused on that
I’ve got thee regrets now
There’s no going back now
I could have done this and I could have done that
Focus on this but I focused on that
I’ve got thee regrets now
There’s no going back now, got other plans now
[Verse 1: Cyrus Malachi]
I bust a nut when I should have pulled out
I fucked a slut when I should have walked out
Child maintenance, docking two-thirds of my pay
So I struggle, struggle every day
Getting caught with 20 kilos of powder
Now the beast wants to eat me like clam chowder
Sticking that vein in my arm
Shanking up guy with a blade in my palm
Now the buyers grave single psalms
Rob that bank, trip the alarm
Now the police chase, the first time I ever freebase
Should have stopped by my queen, my infidelity
Left me lonely with no queen, just memories
And hoes and false promises
Yo, those black holes are bottomless
Hven’t seen my kids in years, last night I drank 16 beers
Alcoholism in a slipstream of tears
I put my child up for adoption
I poison my first spouse with a lethal concoction
I played mind games with my partner
Every night I beat her black and blue, now I’m waiting for my karma
I snitched on my oldest friends so I could have my freedom
But I was just as guilty and we was even
He was given Hell and I was given Eden
Driving drunk, killed a pedestrian
Flowers by the roadside [?] requiem
Stuck in a dead job feeling like a loser
But this isn’t a festival like Lollapalooza
In time I drunk myself into a stupor
Swearing, acting like an abuser
I’m a weekend [?] system
Can’t get a job because of a previous conviction
My financial mistakes impacted so abruptly
My credit’s ruined, I just filed for bankruptcy
I fled the country and abandoned my kids
I embezzled millions of pounds at the expense of investors
I left a legacy of emptiness
My bogus hedge funds left their families penniless
I was a con artist, I tricked women
Wrapped them up in silk ribbon
Made them love me, then empty their accounts
Then masturbated over the amounts
I killed a man outside a club night
He swung for me first but I hit him with a flush right
He hit his head on a curb and bled out on the street
Now I’m in the dock on a murder charge, shit is deep
What you sow is what you reap
And what you reap is what you sow
Just drank a bottle of vodka, swallowed it whole
Along with a pack of pills, now I’m ready to go
Now I’m doubting my decision, but it’s too late
And me and death are destined for collision
Staring down at life from an apex
I’m a lawyer that got a child killer acquitted for a paycheque
I got infected with AIDS but never wore a latex
Never practised safe sex
[Hook: Cyrus Malachi]
Regrets, the stuff you can’t get off your chest
Regrets, puff and bless, try and forget
Regrets, the stuff you can’t get off your chest
Regrets, puff and bless, tryna forget
Regrets, at times it feels so unfair
Regrets, sometimes it feels there’s no one there
Regrets, the stuff you can’t get off your chest
Regrets, puff and bless, tryna forget
Regrets, at times it feels so unfair
Regrets, sometimes it feels there’s no one there
[Chorus: Mierous Hennessy]
I could have done this and I could have done that
Focus on this but I focused on that
I’ve got thee regrets now
There’s no going back now
I could have done this and I could have done that
Focus on this but I focused on that
I’ve got thee regrets now
There’s no going back now, got other plans now