Call me Bob
Tape to Remember, ya
Mister B-O-B, man
Did a lot of fucked up shit
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
I did you things, I told you things, it ain't right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
Spend the night, bitch, I'm 'bout that life
It ain't right, but I make it back tonight
I don't fight, it ain't right
Got my paper, got my stash, I got my shotty now
Every track I make I swerve, feels like hockey now
And every girl I meet, she want to fuck me now
Every girl I meet, I'm sure they want to cough me down
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
I did you things, I told you things, it ain't right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
It ain't right, but I'm tryna make it right
