Let me hear you sing
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
I ain’t picking up (I ain’t sorry)
I’m headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
I ain’t thinking ’bout you (I ain’t sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D’USSÉ cup (I ain’t sorry, I ain’t sorry)
I don’t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause
Bug a boos, I need a good laugh
You, make me laugh
(Bug a boos)
Did that make us laugh?
Think about it
(Bug a boos)
Fall in line
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Are we smart? (Yes)
Are we strong? (Yes)
Have we had enough of the bullshit? (Yes)
Show ’em
Suck
On my balls
Suck on my balls
Suck on my balls, bitch
Suck
On my balls
Suck on my balls, balls
Hell nah
Hell nah
Middle fingers up (Middle fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it, wave it in his face)
Tell him, “Boy, bye” (Tell him, tell him, “Boy, bye”)
Let’s go
Tell him, “Boy, bye”, tell him, tell him, “Boy, bye”
Tell him, “Boy, bye”, tell him, tell him, “Boy, bye”
Tell him, “Boy, bye”, tell him, tell him, “Boy, bye”
I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, “Boy, bye”
Tell him, “Boy, bye, boy, bye”
Middle fingers up, I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
No, no, hell nah
Now you wanna say you’re sorry
Now you wanna call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I’m the one that’s lying
And I don’t feel bad about it
It’s exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I can’t believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive of me to think she was from your past
Foolish of me to dream while you cheat with what
Whit loose women
It took me some time, but now I am strong
Because I realized I’ve got
Me, myself, and I
That’s all I got in the end
That’s what I found out
And it ain’t no need to cry
(I see you, how did you do that so fast? She has on my outfit, y’all)
Sing it
(Me, myself, and I) Sing it
(That’s all I got in the end)
(That’s what I found out) Found out
(And it ain’t no need to cry) Sing it ladies
I took a vow that from now on, I’m gon’ be my own best friend
Right, ladies? Yes
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I’ll be far away
I’m far away
But I ain’t fucking with nobody
Let’s have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my woadies ’bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I’m not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
Empowerment and Self-Respect on Full Display
“Sorry (Homecoming Live)” by Beyoncé is an electrifying anthem of self-worth and female empowerment, reimagined on the iconic Coachella stage. The lyrics pulse with unapologetic confidence as Beyoncé confronts betrayal and disrespect head-on. She rallies her audience with bold lines and a fearless attitude, encouraging women to stand tall and refuse to tolerate mistreatment. The repeated refrain of “Sorry, I ain’t sorry” becomes a mantra of independence, signaling a refusal to be diminished by betrayal.
Celebrating Sisterhood and Moving Forward
Throughout the performance, Beyoncé celebrates the strength of sisterhood, urging women to lift each other up and prioritize their own happiness. References to “me, myself, and I” highlight the importance of self-love and resilience after heartbreak. The live version amplifies these themes, blending fierce energy, playful banter, and a call to unity for her audience. By the end, the message is clear: walking away from disrespect is not only powerful—it’s necessary for growth.
Song Credits
- Artist: Beyoncé
- Songwriters: Beyoncé Knowles, Sean “Melo-X” Rhoden, Diana Gordon, and others
- Release Year: 2019 (Homecoming: The Live Album)
- Label: Columbia Records