One, two, three, four

Did we already start?
Did we get to the part where I sink or swim?
Can we go back to the start?
Back to the place where they said, "Begin"
I wanna go slower, slower
Wanna start over, over
I wanna go home but, home's just
So out of reach, not even in my gravity
How sad for me? (Fuck it)
I should be grateful, know my past
Why am I school boarded? Workin' for a pass
I wanna be a stoner, with my own pad
I wanna be cool with my motherfuckin' dad
Is that too much to ask for? Shit, my bad
My mama work hard, nearly broke her back
And I got doubts from the shit in the past
I wanna give her more than a nigga ever has

I'm sorry for talking down too much
Sorry, I never trust my gut
I'm sorry, I'm always runnin' my mouth too much
I'm sorry, I will start lovin' myself enough, yeah

I think I hold myself enough, that
Earn it, yeah, I know (I know)
Wanna see the world in colors
So I can feel warm in the cold
And maybe I, maybe I, maybe I
As a lady I, know that I feel divine
I wanna be happy with my own path
I wanna be good to the friends that I have
And when I get a home, I'ma pay it in cash
I wanna give the twins anything that they ask
I wanna go to Tokyo, London, France
And I'ma have a chauffeur wherever I land
I wanna get drunk on a beach, in the sand
And I'ma get a Grammy with my motherfuckin' friends

I'm sorry for talking down too much
Sorry, I never trust my gut (I never trust my gut)
I'm sorry (I'm sorry, sorry) , I'm always runnin' my mouth too much
I'm sorry (I'm sorry, sorry) , I will start lovin' myself enough, yeah

I'm sorry for talking down too much
Sorry, I never trust my gut
I'm sorry, I'm always doubtin' myself too much
I'm sorry, I will start lovin' myself enough, yeah