Moonchild feat. Jill Scott & Rapsody – Not Sorry video

Moonchild – Not Sorry ft. Jill Scott & Rapsody (Official Music Video)

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Director, Cinematographer and Editor: Jeremy Eichenbaum
Assistant Camera Operator: Rosson Crow
Assistant Camera Operator, Grip and Gaffer: Davide Picci
Creative Direction: Matt Goldberg

Music by Amber Navran, Max Bryk and Andris Mattson, Jill Scott and Rapsody
Lyrics by Amber Navran, Jill Scott and Rapsody
Vocals: Rapsody and Jill Scott
Vocals, Flute, Wurli, Piano, Synths, Synth Bass, Drum Programming: Amber Navran
Rhodes, Clarinet, Keys, Synth, Synth Bass: Max Bryk
Piano, Synths, Keys, Synth Bass, Drum Programming: Andris Mattson

Jill Scott and Rapsody recorded by Sam Brawner at Blue Dream Studios

Strings arranged by Andris Mattson
Strings recorded by Varis Kurmiņš
Strings contracted by Edgars Saksons
String players are from the Latvian National Symphony Orchestra

LYRICS:
I’m not sorry
That you tried to rewrite the story
But you forgot to check your math
I’m not sorry
You don’t wanna do this without me
And still chose to treat me so bad
I’m not sorry
Cause you’re gonna get what you give
And what you’ve been giving is stay small stay back
No I’m not sorry
That all my hard work’s been paying off
And I forgot to pick up your slack

I’m not your fixer
I’m not gonna spend my Saturday
Apologizing for your mess
I’m not your sister
I’m not your mother or your wife
I’m not your source of happiness
But most of all, I’m not sorry

Hello you’ve reached the waves hotline
If you have a complaint, please press one and leave a message
We’ll make sure to get it to your mama
If you’re looking for an apology, please hang up now
Uh, I think this bitch bless blocking from her blessings, hmmm (she selfish)
Manipulation don’t work the same like it used to, hmmm (I hate her)
She got boundaries I can’t get around, I’m not Tupac (I get around)
She prioritizing herself, she talking more to God
She holding me accountable, she say I’m not her job (why not)
She say in order to be whole I gotta play my part (that’s crazy)
Why can’t she piece me all together, ain’t she good at art? (fix me)
I don’t like her clarity, her freedom disturbing my flaws
Damn

Your disconnection my redirection, I self-corrected
Spent too much time accepting less than my weight in metal
Looking at my feet and I’m missing petals
Where my roses? Y’all been posing
You don’t love me the way that you say I know it
Pulling at my strings, everybody got motives
What you need, you want from me, without reciprocity
I’m the only one that I owe an apology
For putting up with sorry motherfuckers disturbing my peace
Ya bitch

I’m not your fixer
I’m not your fixer
I’m not gonna spend my Saturday apologizing
I’m not gonna spend my Saturday night
Open the blinds, open your eyes
I’m not your mother or your wife, I’m not
I’m not your sister, I’m not your mother

And I ain’t sorry
I’m not at all
Not even a little bit, ooooh
Feels so good to me I’m happy to be free and live
And a vibe
And a vibe and I’m not sorry
(whatcha holding on for, let it go, come on)
On a star, on a fish, on a bird on a plane
(whatcha holding on for, let it go, come on, come on)
You can wish on anything,
Anything but you ain’t gon’ be me
I’m not sorry
(let it go, let it go, let it go)
Sweet as I am I’m not sorry
(la-da-la-da let it go, let it go, let it go)

I feel better, I feel better