First love. Young and naive with his first love Made me forget where the hurt was What a beauty that bloomed on the surface But when you dig that dirt up Bound to find a hole What it seem ain't so How you finna hold me down, if we can't take hold? Tryna rush to be a man Til a man can't grow I was 9 years old You was all I know You built me up on some empty satisfaction Shit so good, I can find nothin to match it Guess it'd be different if this lasted more than moments But it doesn't so I'm hurting when I'm lonely Stuck on my relationship wichu That I'm not with myself I'm broken, weak, and too ashamed to get some help Been a long time comin Look at all we been through Now it's done but I don't feel too sentimental
Cause me and you live on a slippery slope Sought peace from the high, now I'm hittin a low Tryna throw myself past the tip of my toes And I would fall to my death if I could let you go You been holdin me back, holding me back You keep on holding me back Can't have you holding me, holding me back
Artificial love, hard to give it up Governed by an instinct from a heart that I don't trust Ain't a part of me that doesn't feel the harshness of your touch There's a darkness here that wasn't there inside of me Wish I could free my mind from what you told me Made me feel like I needed you Called my strength into question Anything I want, can't see it through Got me like what would Jesus do? Shit, he was a man like me and you ‘Know he was tempted by the lure of the flesh Only if he could see the view Cause this right here unbeatable Shit so good infeasble Seein you prolly kin to the feel of how that boy from a needle ooze Guess that make me a fiend, a fool Guess you could get anything abused Think I see how bein stuck in self made ruts ‘good fuel for a singin dude From a generation seeking validation The effects of us growing up too fast Some from ig'nance, some neglect Wonder if I woulda learned if my father wouldna left Found my manhood in a woman that I barely even met Cause me and you live on a slippery slope Sought peace from the high, now I'm hittin a low Tryna throw myself past the tip of my toes And I would fall to my death if I could let you go
You been holdin me back, holding me back You keep on holding me back Can't have you holding me, holding me back
Compositores: Kojo Asamoah (Asamoah), Jordan Alexander Ward (Jordan Ward) ECAD: Obra #28888818