| I been in the right place |
| But it must have been the wrong time |
| I’d of said the right thing |
| But I must have used the wrong line |
| I been in the right trip |
| But I must have used the wrong car |
| My head was in a bad place |
| And I’m wondering what it’s good for |
| I been the right place |
| But it must have been the wrong time |
| My head was in a place |
| But I’m having such a good time |
| I been running trying to get hung up in my mind |
| Got to give myself a little talking to this time |
| Just need a little brain salad surgery |
| Got to cure this insecurity |
| I been in the wrong place |
| But it must have been the right time |
| I been in the right place |
| But it must have been the wrong song |
| I been in the right vein |
| But it seems like the wrong arm |
| I been in the right world |
| But it seems wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong |
| Slipping, dodging, sneaking |
| Creeping hiding out down the street |
| See me life shaking with every who I meet |
| Refried confusion is making itself clear |
| Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here |
| I been in the right place |
| But it must have been the wrong time |
| I’d have said the right thing |
| But I must have used the wrong line |
| I’d a took the right road |
| But I must have took a wrong turn |
| Would have made the right move |
| But I made it at the wrong time |
| I been on the right road |
| But I must have used the wrong car |
| My head was in a good place |
| And I wonder what it’s bad for |