[Intro – Slow and Haunting]
(echoes, distorted)
I ain't tryna justify it...
I just want you to know...
I'm sorry... even if the words come too fast to feel 'em...
[Verse 1 – Fast, Introspective, Regret-Fueled]
(⚡Ultra-Fast Delivery⚡)
I'm sorry for the venom I spit when I'm lost in the pit of my mental abyss,
Sorry for the days I was breakin’ ya down while I bled through the scripts I would twist,
I was sick with the words, like a serpent I hissed, every syllable slick with a flick of the wrist,
Didn’t care who I hurt when I snapped in a fit, now I’m trapped in the past and the pain don’t quit—
Fast like a phantom, panic in the pattern,
Heart go cold like a blade through Saturn,
Darkness talkin’, the demons chatter,
Mind on shatter, but I still climb ladders—
Never meant to leave you scarred,
Didn’t think my speed would leave you charred,
Every bar like a bullet from Mars,
Now I’m drownin’ in a pit of a thousand stars—
Chopped like wood through a verbal chainsaw,
Runnin’ from the sins that I etched in my jaw,
I was talkin’ like a god but I moved like a flaw,
Tried to win but I spit like a self-made law—
I’m sorry (echo) if I ever was cruel,
Sorry for thinkin’ I’m colder than truth,
Sorry for talkin’ like war was a tool,
Now I'm just haunted by every "I fooled"—
[Hook – Slowed Down, Heavy Reverb]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s eatin’ my brain,
I spit so fast, but I couldn’t outrun the pain,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it ain’t just a phrase,
It’s a thousand regrets in a million ways...
[Verse 2 – Faster, Angrier, Confession & Breakdown]
(⚡Super Speed Chopper Mode⚡)
Fast rap god but I built on a lie,
Cut too deep and I watched you cry,
Burn my name in the flames of the sky,
Didn’t realize I was killin’ us, why?
Words like daggers, I fired at will,
Didn’t think twice, just went for the kill,
Thought I was skilled but I’m mentally ill,
Now I’m stuck with the guilt that I can’t distill—
Mind like a maze with a blaze at the core,
Every metaphor is a wound I ignore,
Wrote my sins in a lyrical war,
But I never had peace, now my throat gets sore—
Did it for pride, did it for praise,
Now I’m just lost in a verbal haze,
Twist my tongue like a damn switchblade,
But it cuts my soul with the games I played—
Bled in the booth like a martyr in chains,
I was speedin’ past pain just to race my shame,
You were beggin' me to stop but I fed that flame,
Now I'm screamin' at the mic but it sounds the same—
I'm sorry for thinkin' fast bars meant truth,
Sorry that I let the hate seduce,
Sorry that I built a noose
Outta every syllable I let loose—
[Hook – Slow, Fading Into Reverb]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my voice is a blade,
Chopped up hearts just to climb the stage,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no words remain…
but I’d trade every rhyme just to take that pain...
[Breakdown – Spoken, Distorted]
I never slowed down to listen…
All I did was spit fire…
and now I’m buried in the ashes of every "I’m sorry" I never said right…
[Out
