Flovatt, DiM - The First Time Lyrics

Yeah-got a Corona in my right hand, blunt behind my ear
Let's do this
Yeah, I'm a fuck up
But I don't give a shit
This bitch is pissed, hissing at me to give the dick
(You can have it)
Why do I spit, those kind of bars?
I'm acting like I'm attractive, really I'm not at all
I blame the music that I fuckin' make
They say it's because I'm different-give me a fuckin' break
How come I didn't hear all that back when
I was nobody now you heard I was rappin'
(Fake ass ho')
My mind is trapped in its own world
Down a bottle, 'till it's hollow, just to go hurl
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doin'
I just do it
I'm an inspector, left clueless
We goons, tryna go far like
The moon and the stars, I
Been riding all my life, so why wouldn't I want light
Shined-upon me, and the team
Yeah-we teens but that means nothing
Fucking up beats
You got a song, and you don't know how to write it?
That's O.K. Just pass me the mic, bitch
Take a seat to control your excitement
Got many thoughts, many call, zany violence
But of course there's those that keep silence
Trapped away, and protected from my third eyelid
Raps the game that's gonna affect the way I live
Pass the haze, don't know how many blunts I've hit
Really hope that the fame don't change me
When I got your name-let your dames dream
And my job is to deal with your day dream
I progress as you still do the same thing
If I forget to forgive, then it ain't me
Hell; if I forget the place that raised me
Jail; if I forget the ways that saved me
Wage; if I forget the sins that slain me
Yeah-check it
Yo
Always had stuff at the pad
So I'd be lien if I said it was nothing I had
That wasn't what was buggin' the fuck outta me
When I was growin' i noticed no one would go out to see
Me-be on a team
Not even my mom
She was asleep in the car
While I would be at the park
Speakin' of memories, I remember elementary
When kids would skippin' instead of picking the little me
I'd sit on the side, trying to hide when I cried
They helped me realize sports wasn't my type
But that's when it happened, I spit out a line
And ever since then, the pens been right by my side
So thank you guys
And thank God

Yeah-got a Corona in my right hand, blunt behind my ear
Let's do this
Yeah, I'm a fuck up
But I don't give a shit
This bitch is pissed, hissing at me to give the dick
(You can have it)
Why do I spit, those kind of bars?
I'm acting like I'm attractive, really I'm not at all
I blame the music that I fuckin' make
They say it's because I'm different-give me a fuckin' break
How come I didn't hear all that back when
I was nobody now you heard I was rappin'
(Fake ass ho')
My mind is trapped in its own world
Down a bottle, 'till it's hollow, just to go hurl
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doin'
I just do it
I'm an inspector, left clueless
We goons, tryna go far like
The moon and the stars, I
Been riding all my life, so why wouldn't I want light
Shined-upon me, and the team
Yeah-we teens but that means nothing
Fucking up beats
You got a song, and you don't know how to write it?
That's O.K. Just pass me the mic, bitch
Take a seat to control your excitement
Got many thoughts, many call, zany violence
But of course there's those that keep silence
Trapped away, and protected from my third eyelid
Raps the game that's gonna affect the way I live
Pass the haze, don't know how many blunts I've hit
Really hope that the fame don't change me
When I got your name-let your dames dream
And my job is to deal with your day dream
I progress as you still do the same thing
If I forget to forgive, then it ain't me
Hell; if I forget the place that raised me
Jail; if I forget the ways that saved me
Wage; if I forget the sins that slain me
Yeah-check it
Yo
Always had stuff at the pad
So I'd be lien if I said it was nothing I had
That wasn't what was buggin' the fuck outta me
When I was growin' i noticed no one would go out to see
Me-be on a team
Not even my mom
She was asleep in the car
While I would be at the park
Speakin' of memories, I remember elementary
When kids would skippin' instead of picking the little me
I'd sit on the side, trying to hide when I cried
They helped me realize sports wasn't my type
But that's when it happened, I spit out a line
And ever since then, the pens been right by my side
So thank you guys
And thank God