[Verse 1: Packy]

I say all the right things, don't I?

Your friends know I'm not perfect

I say all the right things, don't I?

Your friends hope it's not working

Your friends out of they depth now

They weren't with you when I came around

They weren't with you when we both were broke and picked each other up and then I let you, down

Pieces of us, look what good intentions do

You ain't been mine for a minute but I get possessive when somebody mentions you

I can't turn it off, I can't delete it

You think I say these things and never mean it

I keep talking though and you keep believing

It was never love, but it was what we needed, I know it

Timing's undefeated, we couldn't beat it, God knows

Now I'm pulling up for my shows, all black Tahoes

You always said I'd be a star

I don't think you really wanted it, I think I took it too far

You used to never go anywhere without me, now I can't go anywhere that you are, it's too tough

Heard you were with somebody, hope it's nobody you love

And if they ever put a ring on it I just hope it change your mood up

I can't help it, I'm so selfish, I don't want you with nobody

I know it's not fair, I can't help it, can't apologize

I'm not sorry

[Hook: Cyrus]

This shit is deaded today

This shit it ain't just a phase

This what they warned you about

And you listen, you listen, you listen to them

This shit go way up, and it stay up, it stay up

No, we ain't ever been sorry

No, we ain't ever been sorry

That's how it goes, that's how it, goes that's how

And I'm not sorry

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

I've been fucked up what you do to me

If you wanna leave shit it's cool with me

I been on the move all winter long, shit I dropped an album but I still ain't took the winter off

They been riding waves need to make one

If love is a drug I'ma take one

Got a whole bottle to my face now

Swallow my pride, hope the high is amazing

If life is a bitch, never date one

I don't like to bitch but I hate one

I don't take hits but I make some

Dodging every punch every line gotta say something

If there’s a God then I face one

Every single day that I wake up

No I ain't rich yet but the paper that I been writing on starting to look like a pay-stub

So tell me why you always show up late though

This the type of party people wait for

This the point where others try to reach out

But all them fucking favors is the only shit they reach for (yeah)

Yeah, I’m on my fashion week shit

Do this every day if looks could talk you on some weak shit (now)

Now, tell me what you use more

Your talent or your mind, cause either way you’re still useless

You walking by my side, but you ain’t with me

You talk like all the time, but you don’t listen

I’m turning corners over like possessions

And I got the stamina, bitch I’m the future in this business

And I kill it like abortions, yeah let’s chop it, Jason Voorhees

Think your song need less of you and more of me let’s ask the jury

Dead and living but ain't buried, love to miss me but don’t worry

When I sink it in the fourth, oh what they call it? premonition

Only playing if I’m winning, cash a check on life’s winnings

Fuck a hook cause I got lines that’s probably sharp enough to hurt you

I ain’t clock in, in a while but trust that I will still out work you

See the vices in your logic, my Sinatra full of virtues

Only ever catching vibes, I ain’t ever catching feelings

And sometimes to face the sun you gotta tear down every ceiling

And expose a fucking hater for the bitch that he concealing

Definition high as ever know the film is always reeling

Know the wheels is always peeling, you should see me burn through rubbers

But see missing ain’t appealing, yeah I miss her but don’t love her

Man I’m such a shitty brother, I don’t make time for my brothers

But it’s too late made the bed I'm tired of being undercover

If I make it then I make it, shit I’ll make it without you

Seen these bitches naked they ain’t worried about you

Heard you had potential that you’ll never amount to

Shit I wrote the fucking book, treat this song like a how-to

I ain’t sorry