SORRY - Bryson Gray

It's like you can't tell the truth these days

Sell your soul for a chain and a coup these days

I mean what am I supposed to do these days?

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Isn't it obvious they got an agenda

And whoever go against it they try to censor

All the media join forces to go against you

They all controlled and they want your soul

But wait, your album usually sell but this time it tank

Next your accounts are getting closed by all the banks

You're trying to fight the ones in control, but you can't

But we know Satan gonna make war on all the saints

What to do when they don't let you in the party

You can go on all the shows and tell 'em sorry

I mean we all ain't billionares, are we?

I guess I'll start promoting sex like I'm Cardi

I guess I'll start talkin' 'bout killin' my own

Murder somebody, brag about the drill in my song

But it's [?] music, right? So all the feeling is gone

That's why these rappers hooked on drugs and feelin' alone

I put my armour on

I know it won't be long

Until they want me sorry, sorry

They don't wanna let me in the conversation

I'm not somebody they can control with a payment

I just say what's on my mind, now they face bent

You won't hear me on these radio stations

I guess they'll never play my songs

I was of the world but I've been away too long

They want me dead, tell 'em not to wait too long

They tried to stop the rain but the wave too strong

I put my armour on

I know it won't be long

Until they want me sorry, sorry