Lyrical Breakdown of Sorry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sorry" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Beyoncé weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sorry" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Beyoncé employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Beyoncé's narrative.
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(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout ('bout)
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (Sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye, boy bye (Sorry)
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (Sorry, you)
I ain't sorry (You)
I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Nigga, nah, sorry)
I ain't sorry (Ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you, sorry (Interrupting my grinding)
(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry)
(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
(Bye) Tell him, boy, bye (Bye), boy bye
(Bye) Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), nigga, nah
I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up (Grow up)
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (Stroll up)
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there (Not there)
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair