“Sorry” is a song by Beyoncé from her sixth studio album, “Lemonade,” released in 2016. The album is known for its exploration of themes such as infidelity, forgiveness, and empowerment, and “Sorry” is one of its notable tracks. The song features a confident and assertive tone as Beyoncé addresses a cheating partner.

The release of “Sorry” was accompanied by a visually striking music video. The song gained attention for its memorable and powerful chorus, with the repeated line “Sorry, I ain’t sorry.” The lyrics suggest a sense of liberation and self-empowerment in the face of relationship challenges.

“Lemonade” as a whole received critical acclaim for its artistic and thematic depth, and “Sorry” became one of the standout tracks that resonated with audiences. Beyoncé’s ability to blend powerful storytelling with compelling visuals and music solidified her status as a groundbreaking artist.

Beyoncé – Sorry Lyrics

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 picking up
Headed to the club, I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D’USSÉ cup
I don’t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’bout

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain’t thinking ’bout you

Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah

Now you want to say you’re sorry
Now you want to 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 ain’t thinking ’bout you

Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
I ain’t thinking ’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 thinking ’bout you

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
No no, hell nah

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
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 whoadies ’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