| I grew up a wonder year
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| She was same by the bail
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| I was boys in the hood, She was ATL
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| Used to sell weed to our rommate, that’s how we met
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| Ol' girl didn’t smoke, but she had jokes on deck
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| No disrespects, it’s just the way it was
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| She claim cause' I was broke and always say cause'
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| I was kind of always saying shawty and y’all
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| She smile everytime I did my little Southern draw
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| Calls became frequent, we hang out on the weekend
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| Start to feelin' like, she’s the one I’ve been seekin'
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| Didn’t take it far, third base, at most
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| Never seal the deal, but always came close
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| I knew that if I hit it, I would have to stay commited
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| I was young, 21, man I just wasn’t with it
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| Knew what was comin' and you can’t run from it
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| Ain’t no feelings that strong between man and a woman.
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| She said she wanted more than a friendship
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| But I wasn’t one in the bed
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| I said I wanted friends with benefits
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| But I was only trying to pretend
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| I didn’t want you (need you)
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| Realy want to make you mine
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| I would never mislead you
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| But then, how I treat you
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| But girl, you got to give me some time
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| So, the first time we did it, it was aight
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| But soon I was creepin' to her room every night
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| Somethin' like magic, I felt I had to have it
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| Just to right fix, to kick my chick habbit
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| You know it’s always better, when you’re lovers and close friends
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| It start to get deep, I kind of feel closed in
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| I went out and made a stupid mistake
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| I stop’d returning calls, went on a few dates
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| Ofcourse I got back to her, I knew she’d be hurt
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| But she didn’t even trip and that made me feel worse
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| She shoved me all the love, when I did the dirt
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| Now I’m feelin' like I’m the scum on the earth
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| She left for break and didn’t leave her number
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| I thought about her every single day that summer
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| I sucker, for try to keep it on the under
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| Said next time I see her, I’m a tell her that I love her
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| When the wall was stooden the way I was waitin for the nexy semester to begin
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| The very first day, I ran up to campus and ran onto one of her friends
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| I made small talk I didn’t want to seem blame
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| I too anxious, but when I said her name
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| The tears came, she started to break down
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| I could still see the look on her face now
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| Through the tears I could hear «drunk driver», «crash», «accident»
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| The word «no survivors»
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| She was tryin' to continioue to describe it, but just couldn’t take it
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| And she ran off crying
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| Lyin' if I said I wasn’t feel for regret
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| I cryed for three hours sittin' down on them steps
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| But even know you’re gone
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| Your memory lives on
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| And for all I did wrong
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| I dedicate this sing
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| To my first love…
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| This is for my first love |