Beyoncè has released the first standalone music video for “Sorry” from her latest album “Lemonade”.
The track, written and produced by Wynter Gordon, Sean “Melo-X” Rhoden and Beyoncé, was dubbed as the “most controversial song” on the album due to the alleged infidelity and “Becky with the good hair” discussed in the lyrics.
Shortly after the song dropped Beyonce’s fans attacked fashion designer Rachel Roy assuming she was Jay Z’s alleged mistress after she posted a suspicious Instagram post including a line from the song. Roy eventually deleted the post and responded to the drama saying in a statement that “Sorry” was not about her.
The black and white clip, directed by Dikayl Rimmasch, opens with Beyoncé reciting the poetry of British poet Warsan Shire.
Also the video features tennis sensation Serena Williams, which is seen dancing sexily as Queen Bey sits in a throne.
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 sorry)
I ain’t picking up (I ain’t sorry)
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 cups
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 ’em boy bye
Tell ’em 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
Now you want to say you’re sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wildin’
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
(You’re interrupting my grinding)
I ain’t thinking bout you
I ain’t thinking bout you
I ain’t thinking bout you
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 ’em boy bye
Tell ’em 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 should’ve 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 gone 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
He better call Becky with the good hair
