First Love

Lyrics

[Intro: B.K. Habermehl] 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 1: 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 and shit, I want some We was young, wea ain't know nun' Trying to get to first and hit a homerun Sleeping on the phone, we was both sprung Thinking we was grown, we was on onе Know I was excited when thе phone rung Karaoke nights and we both sung Used to kiss me with your whole tongue Better start, acting like we know sum' And I used 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 your coat hung Damn, I used to think that we was chosen 'Member when I used to get your fingers and your toes done for you [Chorus: B.K. Habermehl] Maybe I'm just too fucked up (Oh-ah) Maybe she can't do for you what I can do Maybe I'm just too fucked up (Oh-ah) Maybe she can't do for you what I can do [Verse 2: 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 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 [Chorus: B.K. Habermehl] Maybe I'm just too fucked up (Oh-ah) Maybe she can't do for you what I can do (You want the original) Maybe I'm just (Too fucked up) too fucked up (Too fucked up, oh-ah) Maybe she can't do for you what I can do (Ain't nothing really hit like the original, your first love)