[Intro: "Good Will Hunting" sample & Cyrus Malachi] “It's not your fault, alright, it's not your fault It's not your fault, don't f** with me It's not your fault, don't f** with me alright Don't f** with me John, not you It's not your fault It's not your fault” Dystopian Dialect, Cyrus Malachi [Chorus: Mierous Hennessy] I could have done this and I could have done that Focus on this but I focused on that I've got thee regrets now There's no going back now I could have done this and I could have done that Focus on this but I focused on that I've got thee regrets now There's no going back now, got other plans now [Verse 1: Cyrus Malachi] I bust a nut when I should have pulled out I f**ed a s*ut when I should have walked out Child maintenance, docking two-thirds of my pay So I struggle, struggle every day Getting caught with 20 kilos of powder Now the beast wants to eat me like clam chowder Sticking that vein in my arm Shanking up guy with a blade in my palm Now the buyers grave single psalms Rob that bank, trip the alarm Now the police chase, the first time I ever freebase Should have stopped by my queen, my infidelity Left me lonely with no queen, just memories And hoes and false promises Yo, those black holes are bottomless Hven't seen my kids in years, last night I drank 16 beers Alcoholism in a slipstream of tears I put my child up for adoption I poison my first spouse with a lethal concoction I played mind games with my partner Every night I beat her black and blue, now I'm waiting for my karma I snitched on my oldest friends so I could have my freedom But I was just as guilty and we was even He was given Hell and I was given Eden Driving drunk, k**ed a pedestrian Flowers by the roadside [?] requiem Stuck in a dead job feeling like a loser But this isn't a festival like Lollapalooza In time I drunk myself into a stupor Swearing, acting like an abuser I'm a weekend [?] system Can't get a job because of a previous conviction My financial mistakes impacted so abruptly My credit's ruined, I just filed for bankruptcy I fled the country and abandoned my kids I embezzled millions of pounds at the expense of investors I left a legacy of emptiness My bogus hedge funds left their families penniless I was a con artist, I tricked women Wrapped them up in silk ribbon Made them love me, then empty their accounts Then masturbated over the amounts I k**ed a man outside a club night He swung for me first but I hit him with a flush right He hit his head on a curb and bled out on the street Now I'm in the dock on a murder charge, sh** is deep What you sow is what you reap And what you reap is what you sow Just drank a bottle of vodka, swallowed it whole Along with a pack of pills, now I'm ready to go Now I'm doubting my decision, but it's too late And me and d**h are destined for collision Staring down at life from an apex I'm a lawyer that got a child k**er acquitted for a paycheque I got infected with AIDS but never wore a latex Never practised safe s** [Hook: Cyrus Malachi] Regrets, the stuff you can't get off your chest Regrets, puff and bless, try and forget Regrets, the stuff you can't get off your chest Regrets, puff and bless, tryna forget Regrets, at times it feels so unfair Regrets, sometimes it feels there's no one there Regrets, the stuff you can't get off your chest Regrets, puff and bless, tryna forget Regrets, at times it feels so unfair Regrets, sometimes it feels there's no one there [Chorus: Mierous Hennessy] I could have done this and I could have done that Focus on this but I focused on that I've got thee regrets now There's no going back now I could have done this and I could have done that Focus on this but I focused on that I've got thee regrets now There's no going back now, got other plans now [Verse 2: Mierous Hennessy]