Lazarus, Ze Gitan Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles Ii - Gym Class Heroes

Let's go 

My first love was a chick from the sticks, named Geneva 

Had to take the 88 upstate just to see her 

My mama never liked her 

My father didn't either 

After 22 years I got eager and had to leave her 

Now I'm realizin' how much I really need her 

But somethin' told me follow my heart and head eastward 

That's when I met Brooklyn, but Brooklyn was a cheater 

The second I turned my back 

Jay and Weezy tag-teamed her 

So I started packin' 

She asked me what happened 

Told her I was leavin' her for her older sister Manhattan 

Manhattan was into rap and so we started chit-chatting 

She was Chinese, Italian, Black and a quarter Latin 

Super high maintenance and way too into fashion 

Didn't even tell her peace, I left a number on a napkin 

Damn, but back then was back then 

Now I heard she went Hollywood and began actin' 

[Chorus] 

Oh, I've been lookin' for love 

In all the wrong places 

Oh somebody take me home (Oh) 

I've been fallin' in love 

With all the wrong faces 

Oh somebody take me home 

Please take me home 

And after Manhattan, I was actin' silly 

Messin' with this thick body joint named Philly 

But that ain't work out too great 

I'm vegetarian and all she ate was cheese steak 

I went to Baltimore more for Mary Ann 

And almost got married man 

But she was self-centered always stuck in Maryland 

I knew a slim thing named Virginia 

Swear to God her body's smoking but she keep gettin' thinner 

And I'll never forget my first trissie 

In the Benz with the Carolina twins gettin' busy 

I know they miss me but I had to leave early 

On the 85 doin' 85, ridin' dirty 

And my Georgia peach Savannah 

Used to stay in Atlanta 

Accent so thick I couldn't even understand her 

And that's when I realized 

I damn near ran through the whole I-95 (Whoa) 

[Chorus] 

Oh, I've been lookin' for love 

In all the wrong places 

Oh somebody take me home (Oh) 

I've been fallin' in love 

With all the wrong faces 

Oh somebody take me home 

Please take me home 

Yeah, then I met Miami, she was Spanish 

Miami te amo, me llamo Travie 

She could tell that I wasn't bilingual 

I said I don't know todito, but I know un poquito 

We can hit south beach and drink Mojitos 

And maybe you can introduce me to your peoples 

Ha, yo no voy paidra 

My first love, keep on callin' 

Yo no voy paya 

I think I finally found where Imma stay, at I-95 But never forget the 88, No 

[Chorus] 

Oh, I've been lookin' for love 

In all the wrong places 

Oh somebody take me home (Oh) 

I've been fallin' in love 

With all the wrong faces 

Oh somebody take me home 

Please take me home