Tyler, The Creator – Sorry Not Sorry (Guitar)

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Chords for F#m7 buildup (3 beats each): F#m7/F# - 2x222x F#m7/G# - 4x222x F#m7/A - x0222x F#m7/B - x2222x F#m7/C# - x4222x F#m7/D# - x2122x F#m7/E - x2222x F#m7/F# - x2422x [Intro] Dmaj7 C#m7 F#m7
Dmaj7     C#m7       F#m7
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)

Dmaj7     C#m7       F#m7
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?

F#m7
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah [Verse 1]
    Dmaj7
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more

    C#m7                                  F#m7
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore

                Dmaj7
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't close as we should've been
                C#m7
Sorry to my old friends

                            F#m7
The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen

             Dmaj7
Sorry to the freaks I led on (Nah, for real, I'm sorry)

                                                          C#m7
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on

                    N.C.                       F#m7
But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong

             Dmaj7
Sorry to the guys I had to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
                  C#m7                                F#m7
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too (Tides)

        N.C.                Dmaj7
Anyway, I don't wanna talk (Ooh)

                                              C#m7
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give

                            F#m7                                                    Dmaj7
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private life 'cause you're weird (Uh)
Met that girl this year (But), that's none ya biz
                    C#m7
Give enough with my art, know your place

            F#m7
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
[Bridge]
N.C. Dmaj7
I'm sorry I don't wanna link and small talk over dinner

             C#m7                        F#m7
I don't even drink, can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink

N.C.        F#m7
Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room
Don't assume niggas is cool Stay in your pocket, this is pool Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma
                   N.C.                    Dmaj7
You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh
[Verse 2] Sorry I'm not empathetic (Nah, I'm fuckin')
                      C#m7
Sorry you think I'm pathetic

                        F#m7
Sorry I don't wanna bro down
Sorry I don't know your pronouns
        Dmaj7
I don't mean no disrespect
But, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down
               C#m7
Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?

        F#m7
A bank account could never match my worth (That nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)

Dmaj7         N.C.
Sorry, Mother Earth

Dmaj7                           N.C.  Dmaj7
Polluted air with chemicals and dirt

                       C#m7
These cars ain't gonna buy and drive themselves

         F#m7             N.C.
What the hell you think I work for?

F#m7                   Dmaj7
Not to not explore and stay the same (I'm)

                                     N.C.     Dmaj7
Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did

                C#m7                           F#m7
Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is

                  Dmaj7
I'm sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)

                                     C#m7                             F#m7
But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right

                                       Dmaj7
In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off

       N.C.                                       C#m7
Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again, I can't save niggas

             F#m7 N.C.
I'm not Superman, but I could try

                 Dmaj7
I'm sorry I'm pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin'
             C#m7                                     F#m7
Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence, it get you niggas trippin', man

Dmaj7
Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook
You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference
                 C#m7
Let me see y'all hit a stage (No, y'all can't do it)

                 F#m7
Let me see y'all write a page (Y'all not gon' do it)
Let me see you make a decision I [Bridge]
F#m7
Made, and claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8
water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates
F#m7
Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18 or escape the Figure 8 cycle

                                   N.C.            F#m7
And I promise this is like a diet, I'ma make a way and I did, did
Shit feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate But niggas claim you arrogant when they can't relate to moments of feelin' great
F#m7
So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em
Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em Sorry, not sorry (Buck 'em, buck 'em) N.C. I got two words, fuck 'em [Outro] Bm7