When pop music icon Beyonce released the hit single “Sorry” on her popular Lemonade album, many fans were left wondering who precisely was “Becky with the good hair.” Now it would appear that she has revealed her identity.
The lyric has long been rumored to be a reference to Beyonce’s significant other Jay-Z having allegedly slept with another woman. The music power couple was seemingly going through increasing stress in their relationship leading up to their marriage.
The release of Beyonce’s Lemonade album offered a fans a look into the pop star’s relationships. Shortly after the album hit the airwaves, fashion designer Rachel Roy posted “good hair don’t care” on her Instagram account.
Here is a look at the full lyrics to Beyonce’s “Sorry”:
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
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 cup (sorry, I ain’t sorry)
I don’t give a f*ck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain’t sorry)
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 (sorry, I ain’t sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
I ain’t sorry, n**ga, nah
I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
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 [x2]
[x2]
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye, (sorry) boy, bye
Middle fingers up, I ain’t thinking ’bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
I ain’t sorry, n**ga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry [x2]
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 f**king 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 f**king 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
He better call Becky with the good hair
