Sorry

A                 D
  I ain't picking up (I ain’t sorry)
A               D
  Headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
A                        D
  I ain't thinking 'bout you (I 
ain’t sorry)
A                         G
  Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup
 (I ain’t sorry)
D                                  
  I don't give a fuck, chucking my 
G
deuces up
D                            G
  Suck on my balls, pause, I had 
enough (I ain’t sorry)
D                        G
  I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
  I ain't thinking 'bout

[Chorus]

D                   A
  Middle fingers up, put them hands 
high
D                     A
  Wave it in my face, And now Chris 
cries
D                     A
 Chris cries       Chris cries
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D                       A
For all the things I can't be, baby,
 Chris cries

D                   A
  Middle fingers up, put them hands 
high
D                     A
  Wave it in my face, And now Chris 
cries
D                     A
 Chris cries       Chris cries
D                         A
For all the things I can't be, baby,
 Chris cries

[Verse 2]
D                A
Papier quadrillé dans le couloir
D                  A
Quand tu le déplieras je ne serai 
plus là
D           A
Tu liras: "Je ne suis plus là"
D              A                 
Mon visage réagit maintenant sans
     D
 moi
A
Et comme je ne suis plus personne
D               A                
Je m'allonge dans les impressions
             D
 que je donne
A
Pour aggraver l'affaire
D               A
I better call Annie with the good 
hair

[Chorus]

D                   A
  Middle fingers up, put them hands 
high
D                     A
  Wave it in my face, And now Chris 
cries
D                     A
 Chris cries       Chris cries
D                  A
Chris cries       Chris cries

D                   A
  Middle fingers up, put them hands 
high
D                     A
  Wave it in my face, And now Chris 
cries
D                     A
 Chris cries       Chris cries
D                         A
For all the things I can't be, baby,
 I cry