Artist: Gym Class Heroes Album: The Papercut Chronicles II Song: Lazarus, Ze Gitan Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Travie McCoy] Let's go~! My first love was a chick from the sixth named Geneva Had to take the 88 upstate just to see her My mother never liked her, my father didn't neither After 22 years I got eager and had to leave her Now I'm realizing how much I really need her but somethin told me follow my heart and headEeastwards 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 for her older sister Manhattan Manhattan was into rap so we started chit-chattin And 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 her number on a napkin Damn! But back then was back then Now I heard she went hollywood and began actin [Chorus] I've been lookin for love, in all the wrong places Oh somebody take me home I've been fallin in love, with all the wrong faces Please, oh somebody take me home - please take me home [Travie McCoy] And after Manhattan, I was actin silly Messing with a sick body jawn named Philly But that didn't work out too great I'm vegetarian, and all she ate was cheesesteak I went to Baltimore for Mary Ann and almost got married man But she was self-centered always stuck in Maryland I knew a slim thing named Virginia I swear to god her body's smokin but she kept gettin thinner And I'll never forget my first trizzie In the bins 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 Geogia peach Savannah used to stay in Atlanta Accent so thic,k I couldn't even understand her And that's when I realized I damn near ran through the whole I-95, WHOA! [Chorus] [Travie McCoy] Heh 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 perrico but I know un poquito We can hit South Beach and drink mojitos And maybe you can introduce me to your people Ha, yo no voy pa' tra My first love keep on calling "Yo no voy pa' ya" I think I finally found where I'ma stay On I-95 but never forget the 88, no [Chorus]