| Fifteen years old, thought I was in love
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| I was never told, sex is like drugs
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| Too much’ll drive you crazy -- in fact
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| The brother was so good, had me comin back
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| Took my virginity, like he took my heart
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| I had to find the Lyte, he left me in the dark
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| All alone, no one to be with
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| And the brothers they ask me why I riff
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| I got hard, grew a shell upon my back
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| I had to get a grip, to keep my life intact
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| I had to let em know, Lyte is not fragile
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| Cause if they think this, brothers can get — foul
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| They’ll use, bruise and abuse
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| Dump your ass and be sure to choose
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| The next fresh fish that steps into the place
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| If they desire, they forgot your face
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| Lovin them and leavin them, that was their reasonin
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| Thinkin he was pleasin you, when he was just TEASIN you
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| Summer was over, back in school
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| He said come over, that would be cool
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| I said OK, it’s been a year now
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| Some even asked why, some even asked how
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| Could you wait that long, for me to be with it
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| Some said yo Hobbes, you’re never gonna get it
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| But then the time came, you and I both came
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| Things would soon change, never would they be the same
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| Before this afternoon, took place
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| I was in love, I walked around in space
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| I’d rush home from school just to speak to you
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| Talk for an hour, maybe even two
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| We’d just laugh though, nothing serious
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| I guess back then, you were just curious
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| To see what I was like, just to touch my flesh
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| I could be wrong though, that’s my first guess
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| You was in your house, I was in mine
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| As long as we were chattin on the line, it was fine
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| All alone, yet talkin on the phone
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| If you got bored you felt your bone
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| And as bad as I am, I talked you through every stroke --
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| Lyte ain’t no joke!
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| You’ve been beggin for some time, for me to come visit
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| You never got mad though, if I wasn’t widdit
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| But this day was different, I was feelin in the mood
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| For some slow type of groove or some soul food
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| In other words sex, yeah that’s better
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| I threw on the Jordache, the Izog sweater
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| That was in style then, come on don’t laugh
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| Sergio’s, Lee’s, you wore those in the past
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| Anyway I arrived, twenty past five
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| He’d been hypin himself, sayin he was quite live
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| I said here’s your chance, show me some romance
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| We begin to slow dance, off with his pants
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| BOOM it was over, damn that was quick
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| Too bad little homey had a widdle widdle *HORN*
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| The only one I’ve seen, cause yo he was the first
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| But since I’ve had others, damn he was the worst
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| I was in love though, that didn’t matter
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| Nothin you could say, could ever shatter
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| My world, take it away, just a young little girl
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| Oh well
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| He stepped, jet, family moved
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| Leavin me in the mood for some soul food
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| Damn I felt hurt, just like a jerk
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| Would somebody PLEASE just mush my face in dirt
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| So I can hide, from the whole fuckin world
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| WHAT THE FUCK IS LOVE, such a naive girl!
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| Suppose I got pregnant, damn I’d be lost
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| My mom woulda kicked me out to live with Jack Frost
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| I guess I’m lucky though, lonely for sure
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| Waitin for the fucker to come knockin at my door
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| I didn’t hold my breath though, I might be dead
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| Yo 45, next time I’ll use my head |