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JourLaFlare - Sorry I Had To Lyrics



JourLaFlare - Sorry I Had To Lyrics




I love you, Benji
Ayy, sorry I had to, ayy I'm sorry I had to
All of the bullshit was casual But truth being told I ain't mad at you
Girl, you bad, see the bad in you After I had get a badder you

Hit from the front and the back of you You broke my heart, I made back to you
And when you mad, make me sad as you No, I did wrong, that's the saddest truth
I couldn't lie cause you had the proof Moved like a bishop, I had the juice
Whip in the kitchen, the batter too I'm moving fast, I'll get back at you

Remember when they used to laugh at you Back in the past, you know after school
I hit some licks with the trapping crew Sipping this liquor with passion fruit
On B.L.K., see who matchable Give her the Johnson I'm magical
I'm with the bullshit a matador Know I'm a dog, so she on all fours

She know I ball like the final four he live in my mind tryna find Dior
Remember the name, you should call me Jour, truth being told you should call me more
F*ck am I hurting and bawling fore I should've known I had all the whores
Focus on you when your pockets sore I hit some licks, I Tote glocky more

Know where I'll be and it's not a morgue Finna be rich as a Commodore
We finna scream the next Yom Kippur Nala my queen, she don't got a chore
Out in the field, I'm a f*cking boar F*ck do you think that I tuck it for
Upping my gun when I feel unsure I come with love but yours isn't pure

I know I'm the shit that caca manure I talked to my mom before I went on tour
She said that I'm young, you should live some more
Go take you a trip cause you rich in lore And I hit those licks because I was poor
And I work those jobs trying to find a source Cause out in the streets, I end up in court

My mom said that trapping shit ain't a sport Then why do I ball like Lu Dort
Converted to Islam so no pork She always be mad when I fast now
I'm speaking my truth was the class clown But if you run up, knock your ass down
I'm not with those dudes in my background They wasn't my friends, they was ass clowns

I stopped with the clear, I just had brown I look in the mirror and shed a tear
I look in the mirror and I frown My bitch shake her ass in a nightgown
I'm back in the A, it's a nice town I'm smoking my za baby, pipe down
You know it's a part of my lifestyle And I'm finna win, that's right now

Don't try me to earn you no stripes, pal I got a .45, pull the mic out
You thought he retired and lights out I'm not gon' scream and I won't shout
I pull it, I use it, then bite down I'm doing my thing for my kids and my mom
I'm doing my thing for them right now I make bullets sing, it's a nice sound

My phone getting pinged so I'm out of bounds I watch who I speak, who I talk around
I always keep cleats, I be getting down You not with the beef, you a shrimpy gal
This ARP leave you wit shitty bowels You know you a cat, you got kitty growls
And I'm still a lion at heart My dogs never bark, they just sick em now

If I catch a case, then I'm sitting down I'll see you whenever I get around
For real, I'm sorry I had to
I'm sorry I had to All of the bullshit was casual
Truth being told, I ain't mad at you

All of the bullshit was casual Truth being told, I ain't mad at you, yea
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English

I love you, Benji
Ayy, sorry I had to, ayy I'm sorry I had to
All of the bullshit was casual But truth being told I ain't mad at you
Girl, you bad, see the bad in you After I had get a badder you

Hit from the front and the back of you You broke my heart, I made back to you
And when you mad, make me sad as you No, I did wrong, that's the saddest truth
I couldn't lie cause you had the proof Moved like a bishop, I had the juice
Whip in the kitchen, the batter too I'm moving fast, I'll get back at you

Remember when they used to laugh at you Back in the past, you know after school
I hit some licks with the trapping crew Sipping this liquor with passion fruit
On B.L.K., see who matchable Give her the Johnson I'm magical
I'm with the bullshit a matador Know I'm a dog, so she on all fours

She know I ball like the final four he live in my mind tryna find Dior
Remember the name, you should call me Jour, truth being told you should call me more
F*ck am I hurting and bawling fore I should've known I had all the whores
Focus on you when your pockets sore I hit some licks, I Tote glocky more

Know where I'll be and it's not a morgue Finna be rich as a Commodore
We finna scream the next Yom Kippur Nala my queen, she don't got a chore
Out in the field, I'm a f*cking boar F*ck do you think that I tuck it for
Upping my gun when I feel unsure I come with love but yours isn't pure

I know I'm the shit that caca manure I talked to my mom before I went on tour
She said that I'm young, you should live some more
Go take you a trip cause you rich in lore And I hit those licks because I was poor
And I work those jobs trying to find a source Cause out in the streets, I end up in court

My mom said that trapping shit ain't a sport Then why do I ball like Lu Dort
Converted to Islam so no pork She always be mad when I fast now
I'm speaking my truth was the class clown But if you run up, knock your ass down
I'm not with those dudes in my background They wasn't my friends, they was ass clowns

I stopped with the clear, I just had brown I look in the mirror and shed a tear
I look in the mirror and I frown My bitch shake her ass in a nightgown
I'm back in the A, it's a nice town I'm smoking my za baby, pipe down
You know it's a part of my lifestyle And I'm finna win, that's right now

Don't try me to earn you no stripes, pal I got a .45, pull the mic out
You thought he retired and lights out I'm not gon' scream and I won't shout
I pull it, I use it, then bite down I'm doing my thing for my kids and my mom
I'm doing my thing for them right now I make bullets sing, it's a nice sound

My phone getting pinged so I'm out of bounds I watch who I speak, who I talk around
I always keep cleats, I be getting down You not with the beef, you a shrimpy gal
This ARP leave you wit shitty bowels You know you a cat, you got kitty growls
And I'm still a lion at heart My dogs never bark, they just sick em now

If I catch a case, then I'm sitting down I'll see you whenever I get around
For real, I'm sorry I had to
I'm sorry I had to All of the bullshit was casual
Truth being told, I ain't mad at you

All of the bullshit was casual Truth being told, I ain't mad at you, yea
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Writer: Dejour Palmer
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Performed By: JourLaFlare
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Dejour Palmer
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