My First Love Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

Yeah 

Hmm 

Can you dig that? 

Hmm 

Can you feel that? 

Can you feel that? 

Yeah, uh 

Can you... 

Yeah, yeah 

Let me stick you with this 

Lets see, can you feel... 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases, 

Let me mold you, into what I dreamed you would be 

Let the world see your beauty and associate it with me 

When I'm poor and broke down, 

Lookin' bummy with no money 

I can feel you in my soul 

Close my eyes and let you take control 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases, 

Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases, 

When I'm alone, 

You comfort me and soothe my head, 

When we get down, we don't need no hotel room or bed 

Give me head, suck my brain, and watch it shoot out lyrics 

Into your ears, makin' you pregnant with EightBall's spirit 

If you take a look inside my mind 

Within' you'll find my baby 

Love so high, I'm blessed by God 

I pray that'll you'll always stay 

My first love 

My first love 

Yeah 

I could feel you 

I love the way you give it to me 

I can you feel you, I love the way you give it to me 

Make me feel like a king, and I won't give your love away 

Make me feel like a king, and I won't give your love away 

Sacrifice, so no one can run away with you 

Give my life, cause all I want to do is be with you 

Some don't think, a nigga like me should speak freely 

Tell you tricks how I feel 

With my original poetry 

See, when I didn't have shit, on the street 

Tryin' to hit a lick 

Didn't nobody try to give me shit 

I worked for it and got jerked for it 

Got hurt for it 

Still in the mix, these tricks never knew I could last long 

Come strong 

And make a nigga pick me up like a ringin' telephone 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages, 

Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases, 

Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases, 

When I'm alone 

Yuo comfort me and soothe my head 

When we get down, we don't need no hotel room or bed 

Give me head, suck my brain, and watch it shoot out lyrics 

Into your ears, makin' you pregnant with EightBall's spirit