1, 2, 3, 4 Do we already start? Do we get to the part where I sing 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 *** it I should be grateful, know my past Why am I in school, boarding, working for a boss? I wanna be a stoner with my own bad I wanna be cool with my motherfucking dad Is that too much to ask for? ***, my bad My mama worked hard, nearly broke her back And I got doubts from the *** in the past I wanna give her more than a nigga ever has Sorry for talking out too much Sorry I never trust my gut Sorry I'm always running my mouth too much Sorry I will start loving myself enough I want myself another Earn it, yeah, 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'm too divine I wanna be happy with my own path I wanna be good to the friends that I have And when I get it home, I'mma pay it in cash I wanna give the twins anything that they ask I wanna go to Tokyo and then France And I'mma have a chauffeur wherever I land I wanna get drunk on the beach and the sand And I'mma get a Grammy with my motherfucking friends Sorry for talking out too much Sorry I never trust my gut Sorry I'm always running my mouth too much Sorry I will start loving myself enough Sorry for talking out too much Sorry I never trust my gut Sorry I'm always doubting myself too much I'm sorry I will start loving myself enough, yeah I'm sorry I will start loving myself enough, yeah