Sorry Miss Jackson

Chorus:

I'm sorry Miss Jackson,
I'm sorry Miss Jackson,
I'm sorry Miss Jackson,
It was fatal attraction,
I'm sorry we crashed shit
My niggaz they mashed it
(We popped up & pop, pop, pop &)
I'm sorry Miss Jackson

1st Verse: Peter Labeaud


Nigga,
You play my [A]brother
You playing with me,
Don't ever let no nigga
Play with you, B
Can't kill ‘em [A]with kindness
Trust me I tɾied it
Can't put it behind us
It's hard, I'm lying
Cold world kilt all [Em]my [A]sympathy
Where is the love I can't find it,
Killer mentality got [Fm7]me speaking ill
Look,
Thinking how I wanna make
His nigga family sick
Guess you [A7can say that
I plan to [C7]play with they sinus,
It's killed or be [Am]killed
cnd I ain't never been so close to [C7]the edge
With murder on [C7]my [A]mind but aye,
I better not ever hear you [A7dead on [C7]the internet
If they throw hands you [A7better throw hands
& drop a fucking nigga
If they buss
You better buss back
Drop all [Em]them [A]niggaz
Need ɾeinforcement
Then call [Em]on [C7]me
I'm your brother nigga
I'm hitting up everything
His momma house,
The neighbor house
Even these niggaz pets
This shit get tɾagic
I'm sorry Miss Jackson


Hook:

I-I-I'm
Sorry Miss Jackson
I-I-I'm
Sorry Miss Jackson
I-I-I'm
Sorry Miss Jackson
It-It-It
Was fatal attɾaction
I-I-I'm
Sorry we crashed shit
I-I-I'm
My niggaz they mashed it
I'm sorry we clashing
I'm sorry I crashed shit
It's out my [A]contɾol now
Don't now where to [C7]go now
Don't know what to [C7]do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson



2nd verse: Jay LaMark

Look, Yo
Send all [Em]them [A]shots up my [A]way
& think I'm bout to [C7]ɾun him a fade
(cin't no way)
I look up his address & break in his house
& I creep where he lay
(creep where he..)
When that gun in your face
Don't forget what you [A7said,
I was [Am7]just focused on [C7]me getting paid
But niggaz don't pick up
What I'm putting down
So I had to [C7]go & put dawg in a grave,
You play with my [A]name in them [A]comments
On Twitter, In person [C7]these niggaz
Got nothing to [C7]say,
Funny the niggaz who claim they the ɾealest
Surrounded by so many things that be [Am]fake.
The chains, The bitches, the jewelry, the ɾiches, the family, shooters & all [Em]of the fame,
See how you [A7living compared to [C7]the shit
You be [Am]posting ain't adding up,
Shit is insane
Typical story for [Dm7]niggaz who beef over nothing
The stupidest fucking cliché
Cuz niggaz gon [C7]pull up at family ɾeunions
& children at ɾandom get hit with them [A]stɾays,
You hit my [A]people
I ɾepeat the cycle of violence
& yo people back to [C7]the praying,
End up in prison [C7]for [Dm7]spinning yo jeep
& yo family tɾee got [Fm7]a permanent stain,
Hurt you [A7in ways you [A7can't even fathom
You're babbled by unity stay out my [A]way
Cuz niggaz is ɾaping the children and [Bm]shooting the women
But don't let no nigga be [Am]gay,
We turn our back on [C7]our brothers
That need us
The ones who need Jesus get all [Em]of the praise,
Priorities backwards as f*ck
The community sucks so I'd ɾather just stay in my [A]lane

(Skit)