Intro: |Dm Am |Dm Am | (x2)
Dm Am Dm Am
We don't apologize, and that's just the way it is
Dm Am Dm Am
But we can harmonize even if we sound like shit
Dm Am Dm Am
Don't try to criticize, you bitches better plead the fifth
Dm Am Dm
We've been idolized, role models for all the kids
Verse 1:
Dm Am
You heard us before, but that was just a little sample
Dm Am
We're back for more, here to set the worst example
Dm Am
Chop it up, white stuff, let's begin
Dm
Big wolves lining up and snorting little pigs
Dm Am
Still drunk and we're doing it again
Dm Am
With a huff and a puff, I'll blow and burn down your shit
Dm Am
Murdered out, pitch black grin, still white skin
Dm
You know I'm hard to kill, for real I'm moving in
Dm Am
I'm putting twenty-two down while I'm puking up blood
Dm Am
You know I'm here to stay or, fuck, I'm gonna die young
Dm Am
Now my posse's getting big and my posse's getting bigger
Dm
It's one eighty-eight minus one, you know the figure
Dm Am Dm Am
We don't apologize, and that's just the way it is
Dm Am Dm Am
But we can harmonize even if we sound like shit
Dm Am Dm Am
Don't try to criticize, you bitches better plead the fifth
Dm Am Dm
We've been idolized, role models for all the kids
Verse 2:
Dm
It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober
Dm
I'mma steal your leased Rover and pull police over
Dm
I'm a mean smoker who reeks of weed odor
Dm
Certified street soldier, devil on your teen's shoulder
Dm Am
Don't invite Scene over, he pees at sleepovers
Dm Am
He asks your sister out just so he can cheat on her
Dm Am
What a creep loner, shit, I couldn't sink lower
Dm
You just got a mean boner from a Charlie Scene poster
Dm Am
If I'm popping a wheelie, it's 'cause I'm jacking your bike
Dm Am
Got my middle finger raised as I'm running red lights
Dm Am
I'm known to punch 'em in the dick at the end of a fight
Dm Am
And I'll never say I'm sorry at the end of the night
Dm Am Dm Am
We don't apologize, and that's just the way it is
Dm Am Dm Am
But we can harmonize even if we sound like shit
Dm Am Dm Am
Don't try to criticize, you bitches better plead the fifth
Dm Am Dm
We've been idolized, role models for all the kids
Verse 3:
Dm
So many dollars stuffed in my wallet
Dm
Chain so bling, yeah, you know that I'm a baller
Dm
We can take the blame 'cause your parents don't wanna
Dm
They roll their blunts with your marijuana
Dm Am
How can I run when the pigs got a chopper?
Dm Am
I got a gun, but they got a lotta
Dm Am
Shooting at the sky with a motherfucking sawed-off
Dm
God bless a Catholic, forgive me Father
Dm Am
Now, what's a man to do when another holds a Bible?
Dm Am
Vatican suing me, holding me liable
Dm Am
Confessions of a kid and they call 'em suicidal
Dm Am
Temptations of a sinner but we call him a child
Dm
How can you blame 'em? A playground of dealing
Dm
The mother's still buying, the father's still preaching
Dm
Now it's up to me 'cause no one's gonna teach 'em
Dm N.C.
Now nobody, nobody needs 'em
Dm Am Dm Am
We don't apologize, and that's just the way it is
Dm Am Dm Am
But we can harmonize even if we sound like shit
Dm Am Dm Am
Don't try to criticize, you bitches better plead the fifth
Dm Am Dm
We've been idolized, role models for all the kids
Written by Griffin Boice/Da Kurlzz/J-Dog/Daniel Murillo/Charlie Scene/Johnny 3 Tears