Lyrics

No apologies, no no
apologies

No,
I Dont feel bad, nope I don't feel sorry
played out games, you played that Atari
Put me in boxes, cages, but I got a locksmith
Raging, caliente sippin cajun
Tired of me?
You can sleep on it
I'll be that numb to your teething fits
I live in your brain I just cleaned the crib
Being me is immaculate
Creative, I'm the vibe,
Don't feel like a traitor
(switch up sides )
If you gotta approach
(fix dat line-up)
Opinions dat be on dat timer
Here now
gone 60 seconds
Stay adding bodies
to the wreckage,
Intimidated, don't miss a blessin'
Don't gotta prollem, sending messages
Nope I dont gotta prollem sending messages

And I gave you chance on chance
Dead ass feel regret
Bitch you know this box is heaven
Sent me off, charles manson
Had enough of his antics
Dead love, feel da pressure
You steppin' up, needed answers
Night snack ain't a dinner
Yeah, Your girl know I'm a winner
Remember that put a pin up
And I'll remeber the set up
Make room, be familiar
The suns bright, it'll kill ya
No vampires, Went chamiliion
I'd Body one in a million !