First Love

(You were my first love)

(love)

(I wasn’t yours)

(Love)

(How does it feel having others before?)

(How does it feel having others?)

(Love)

(You were my first)

(Love)

(How does it feel having others?)

Verse (Ohana Bam):

How could I forget my first love

Was consistent for a minute

I can’t lie you had me worked up

Pretty In the face, ass perked up for me

We was both dumb, you had what I like & shit I want some

We was young, we ain’t know nun’

Trying to get to first & hit a home run

Sleeping on the phone we both sprung

Thinking we was grown, we was on one

Know I was excited when the phone rung

Karaoke nights & we both sung

Use to kiss me with your whole tongue

Better start acting like you know sum’

& I use to think that you was wholesome

What you want to be somebody hoe or sum’?

Girl you know it’s wicked where we both from

Why you got me coming home to no one?

Knew that we was finished we was both done

Now the hook empty where ya coat hung

Damn I use to think that we was chosen

‘member when I used to get your fingers

and your toes done for you

 

Hook (B.K. Habermehl):

Maybe I'm just too fucked up

Oh

Maybe she can't do for you what I can do

Maybe I'm just too fucked up

Oh

Maybe she can't do for you what I can do

 

Verse (B.K. Habermehl):

I'm sensitive

Bend me I won't break

Hurt me, I won't say a thing

Play my role and pull away

But you're thin skinned

Take it personal

Make it about you and your feelings over everything

Say you need me

How convenient

After everyone leaves you, now you see me?

Mmm

I won't be a prisoner to sentiment

Right now we're barely friends and there's no benefits

But then you show me

A little regret and I'm folding

Remembering those places

To push me, and pull me

Blame history 

Always repeats

Shouldn't even be here but you do something to me

Stuck on my first, first love

 

Hook (B.K. Habermehl):

Maybe I'm just too fucked up

Oh

Maybe she can't do for you what I can do (You want the original)

Maybe I'm just too fucked up (I'm too fucked up)

Oh

Maybe she can't do for you what I can do 

(Ain't nothing really hit like the original, your first love)