First Love

We take a bath in my mamas tub
I can wash your back while you yap about how it was
I can't sleep think I need a gun
To put me out I spill my brains that's easy enough
I couldn't put em through that tho I think it hurt too much
My bitch mad yellin at me say I flirt too much
My pops sad I moved out he don't see me too much
I had to dip walls was closing in

I couldn't move music is my clutch
I sit and rot til the sun come up
I sit and rot, sit and rot til the sun come up



Credits
Writer(s): Ryder Mamo
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