You must think I'm Bobo the fool,
coming to me with that grinning lie
No, we ain't tight,
no, I'm not your tool
Sister please, don't you even try
Let me lay it on you straight:
Girl, you ain't no friend of mine
The first time I saw your shadow,
my buddy said, ain't no sunshine
You've been slipping into darkness, yo,
attempting to put your hands on my dough
You boosted my credit card,
then tried to perpetrate a fraud
You just couldn't resist and steal low,
being greedy is what made the whistle blow
So before you go you should know,
baby, I'm not your Bobo
But your're looking gooood
in that orange jumpsuit though

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