Sorry

If this sound like greatness, forgive me,I didn't mean to touch old wounds.My name fall soft through open windows,Like summer nights you don't outgrow soon.They say it low like it's a memory,Like it remind 'em of somethin' true.I'm sorry if this feel too close to homeThat's just what the summer do.

I never wanted the crown, I wanted to be felt,Wanted my words to sit where you couldn't help yourself.Charisma don't shout, it lean in close,Like heat on skin when you almost alone.I rap how July feel at 2 a.m.,When the city finally honest again.When laughter fade but the feeling stay,And you replay moments you gave away.They don't quote lines, they remember the ache,The part of the song that made 'em stay awake.If my pen never burned you, that wasn't intent,I just write what the night already meant.I carry pride, yeah, but I carry doubt,That's why the verses come bleeding them out

If this your favorite already, I get it—I wrote it missin' someone, not flexin'.If this your favorite already, I get it—I wrote it missin' someone, not flexin'.If this your favorite already, I get it—I wrote it missin' someone, not flexin'.If this your favorite already, I get it—I wrote it missin' someone, not flexin'.

If this sound like greatness, forgive me,I didn't mean to reopen scars.Some songs don't play, they linger,Like warm air stuck in your car.They spin it back 'cause it felt familiar,Like somethin' they been through.I'm sorry if this hit you unexpectedThat's just what the summer do.

I apologize if I never let up,If my hunger made it hard to love.Maybe I'll hold the title ten summers,Maybe twenty—times don't tell me much.I watched heroes fade when the season changed,Watched applause leave 'em feelin' strange.So I chased somethin' deeper than noise,Somethin' that still echo once joy gone.This feel better than recognition,Better than cameras, lights, or clout.To know my voice lived in somebody's life,Even after the song fade out.If this make you rethink who the greatest is,That wasn't shade, it's just truth.I'm not sorry for bein' this honest…I'm sorry if we reminded you.

I know it's a lot.I know it stay.Some songs don't leaveThey just learn where you ache.

If it sound like greatness forgive me,I wrote it with my whole chest bareSome names fade once the heat die down,Some live in the warm night air.Say it slow, say it soft, say it true,Like it already part of you.I’m sorry this felt like destinyThat’s just what the summer do.

Yeah…No ego.Just heat and memory.