Sorry Not Sorry Uke tab by Tyler, The Creator (Baritone Chords)

( Dmaj7 C#m7 Amaj7 )

Dmaj7    C#m7      Amaj7    Dmaj7
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
                                  C#m7 Amaj7
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
F#m
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry

Yeah

    Dmaj7
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more
    C#m7                                  Amaj7
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
                            Amaj7
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                        Amaj7
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                                Amaj7
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
                            Amaj7                                                  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
            Amaj7
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
n.c Dmaj7
I'm sorry I don't wanna link and small talk over dinner
             C#m7                        Amaj7
I don't even drink, can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink
n.c         F#m
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

Sorry I'm not empathetic (Nah, I'm fuckin')
                      C#m7
Sorry you think I'm pathetic
                        Amaj7
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?
         Amaj7                                                            Dmaj7
A bank account could never match my worth (That nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)
              n.c
Sorry, Mother Earth
Dmaj7                           n.c
Polluted air with chemicals and dirt
Dmaj7                  C#m7
These cars ain't gonna buy and drive themselves
         Amaj7            n.c
What the hell you think I work for?
Amaj7                  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                           Amaj7
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                             Amaj7
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
            Amaj7 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                                     Amaj7
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)
               Amaj7
Let me see y'all write a page (Y'all not gon' do it)
                                 F#m
Let me see you make a decision I 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

Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past eighteen or escape the Figure 8 cycle
                                   n.c             F#m
And I promise this is like a diet, I'ma make a way and I did, did

Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate

But niggas claim you arrogant when they can't relate to moments of feelin' great

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

Dmaj7
Okay, cool

And like that

We really mean it this time

I guarantee another era is upon us
               n.c
So once again, we gone