Wrong for Good - Tuesday Knight

If this your first time tuning in

Promise to keep it light like the newest Kim

Flow got the newest skin

That’s right it’s smoother than a baby bottom

I’m making riches talkin' bitches, yea my lady problems

She like her bottoms red, I like my bottoms round

And so we get the trading like the deadline 'bout to come around

She fucking for the shoes I’m fucking for the views

It is what it is but it’s my choice to let you choose

Not much to lose, it’s still a game make sure I play it right

Keep my wrongs long distance that way I’m sure to write

You see I go abroad just to poke brauds

So I guess most scars got written on post cards

Damn, one day I’ll mail 'em to ya

I swear my wrongs wrote these songs one day I’ll sell 'em to ya

That way I make a good profit off my bad decisions

Man I swear the greatest things come from the baddest bitches

The baddest bitches

And tell me is a nigga wrong for good

If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons

Cause I want them girls to love me

But I want it for the wrong things

Wrong things, wrong things

The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things

I never been the one to crave attention

But at the same time I’m feelin' like it’s owed to me

Cause when they talk 'bout the greatest I’m the one that they mention

And living life behind a desk is getting old to me

I’m on to better shit

Said if I like her then I bike her on some leather shit

That means I get on top and ride and get the peddalin'

But this a marathon won’t stop until I medal win

A dog like scooby-doo it’s true but you the business that I meddle in

Graduated school of hard-knocks they gotta let us in

If not, my name ring bells

Like the pizza man when they make sales

Here go a tip man, make y’all selves

Do what it takes, That’s why this nigga slaving on these tapes

With a red head walking down carpets that match the drapes

A niggas talkin' 'bout award shows

To the brothers that stuck wit' me I award hoes

Put in work, it all shows

And tell me is a nigga wrong for good

If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons

Cause I want them girls to love me

But I want it for the wrong things

Wrong things, wrong things

The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things

As soon as I’m back in town she back in gowns

Soon as I post up shorty be backing down

Scoring off the rebound, double-double

Girl I’m like your sixth man just know I could never love you (Ha)

And that’s when shit get ugly, like the homie’s face from Goonies

Ahead of my time but still one of my favorite movies

They searching for treasure, Yeah well isn’t everybody?

Somehow they found it that’s the shit that got me

He brought his homies to the promise land

I’m trynna do the same with change but homie I’ll be damned

To carry shorty on my shoulders and look after for the ride

Just so she can try to claim whatever it is we find, and what’s inside

Never in that position

Ever since final destination had a premonition

It told fake bros and hoes would be the death of me

You call her Stephanie?

She call me stressin' me

Can’t let 'em get the best of me, Nah

And tell me is a nigga wrong for good

If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons

Cause I want them girls to love me

But I want it for the wrong things

Wrong things, wrong things

The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things