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TOKYO’S REVENGE Lyrics


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Ayy

I hit the back of your 'Rari (mm)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (no)
You playing games, like Atari (whoa)
I cut you up like karate, girl
I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry)
We the ones crashin' the party (slatt, yeah)
This is a sorry, not sorry world (ayy)

Tokyo done fucked up the game
Switched up, new Cartier
Married to the money, man, I should've went and got a motherfuckin' wedding ring
Man, I put that on everything
Man, how come these pistols won't jam?
Dunk on 'em, NBA Jam
These niggas want me to fail (woah, woah)
Had to pull up, wrist on 'em wet, and I took the face off
Spaceship for a vehicle, breakin' up when it take off
Niggas on somethin' 'til I pull up and pull the thing out (uh)
Baby, I'm a real one, never needed a handout
Same ones that's mad, their pockets hurt now
Oh yeah, I'm turnt now
This where I'm really gon' skrt out (uh, yeah)
Chanel on the bag and I'ma laugh to the bank
I came in a beamer and I'ma leave in a tank
I came with a heater, so it was murder she sang (yeah, uh)
Gucci my belt buckle, I heard you a snake
So I double my bread, chuckle, and get to the cake
Shorty laugh at the demons, I'ma tryna breathe out of space

I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry)
You playing games, like Atari (what)
I cut you up like karate, girl
I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (no)
We the ones crashin' the party (slatt)
This is a sorry, not sorry world

We goin' Virgil, Virgil on a baby
I'm tryna off-white up on her face
She know a real nigga from a fake
I bring them real diamonds out the case
We goin' crazy, brazy at the party
I'm drippin' ice all up on the body (ice)
Startin' a fight, niggas gettin' gnarly
Whippin' and dippin', we doin' the race
She got some bean bags with a mean ass, so I told her to back up
We in a C-Class tryna think fast, how to get to the bag, huh?
She wanna be friends, well it depends 'cause you already gassed up
Better get ready to blast off
I'm in the streets with my mask off
I can't pretend, you decide, do or die, baby
Who am I to choose your side, ain't we grown enough?
This is the end 'cause I ain't got a whole lot of patience
Bullshit, smell like your fragrance, said enough

I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari)
Sorry, but I am not sorry
You playing games, like Atari
I cut you off like karate, girl
I hit the back of your 'Rari (skr)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (no)
We the ones crashin' the party (slatt)
This is a sorry, not sorry world
I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry)
You playing games, like Atari (what)
I cut you off like karate, girl
I hit the back of your 'Rari (skr)
Sorry, but I am not sorry (no)




We the ones crashin' the party (slatt)
This is a sorry, not sorry world

Overall Meaning

The song "sorry!" by TOKYO'S REVENGE talks about the rapper's unapologetic and rebellious attitude towards society's expectations and rules. The lyrics highlight his disregard for the consequences of his actions and how he takes pleasure in defying norms. He boasts about hitting the back of a Ferrari and not feeling sorry about it, comparing himself to the video game Atari, which is known for its retro and playful nature. TOKYO'S REVENGE further talks about the materialistic nature of the world, how he is committed to earning wealth for himself, and how he has no regrets about his actions. He brags about having expensive jewelry, designer clothes, and fast cars, and how he is always ready to stand his ground against anyone who comes his way.


The chorus of the song emphasizes the theme of refusal to apologize and the confidence to do whatever one wants without caring about what others might think. Despite the moral challenges, TOKYO'S REVENGE believes that he is living his life to the fullest and enjoying every moment of it with the people he chooses to surround himself with.


Line by Line Meaning

I hit the back of your 'Rari (mm)
I crashed into the back of your Ferrari


Sorry, but I am not sorry (no)
I apologize, but I'm not truly sorry for what I did


You playing games, like Atari (whoa)
You're behaving in a way that seems like you're playing games, like on the old Atari console


I cut you up like karate, girl
I have the ability to fight like a martial arts expert and can make quick cuts, like in karate


We the ones crashin' the party (slatt, yeah)
We're the ones who are causing trouble and 'crashing' the party


This is a sorry, not sorry world (ayy)
Our society often expects apologies, but people may not truly be sorry for their actions


Had to pull up, wrist on 'em wet, and I took the face off
I arrived with a fancy watch that has a wet, shiny wristband and a removable faceplate


These niggas want me to fail (woah, woah)
People are hoping for my downfall


Niggas on somethin' 'til I pull up and pull the thing out (uh)
People are acting tough until I show up and threaten violence


Chanel on the bag and I'ma laugh to the bank
I have a Chanel purse and I'm making a lot of money, which makes me happy


Gucci my belt buckle, I heard you a snake
I have a Gucci belt buckle and I've heard that you're untrustworthy


She got some bean bags with a mean ass, so I told her to back up
The girl has a nice body, but I'm telling her to move away from me


Startin' a fight, niggas gettin' gnarly
People are becoming aggressive and ready for a fight


I hit the back of your 'Rari (skr)
I crashed into the back of your Ferrari


We goin' Virgil, Virgil on a baby
We're imitating designer Virgil Abloh and his fashion brand 'Off-White'


I'm tryna off-white up on her face
I'm trying to get a white substance on her face, which may refer to drugs or makeup


She know a real nigga from a fake
She can tell the difference between a genuine and fake person


I bring them real diamonds out the case
I'm showing off my real, valuable diamonds


Whippin' and dippin', we doin' the race
We're driving a car recklessly and trying to outpace others


I can't pretend, you decide, do or die, baby
I can't fake it anymore, it's up to you to make a decision or face the consequences


This is the end 'cause I ain't got a whole lot of patience
This is the end because I don't have much patience for this situation


Bullshit, smell like your fragrance, said enough
This nonsense smells like and reflects your actions, and I've had enough




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Blake Slatkin, Garth Best, Golden Landis Von Jones, Omer Fedi, Keegan Bach, Jasper Harris

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