[Verse 1]There’s a first time for everyoneThe first time you rode a bikeFirst time you spent at your girlfriends overnightThe first time she broke your heart, your 21st birthdayWhen you got to hit that open bar (choking hard)During the first time you smoked cigarsThe first time is so bizarre, the first time is beautifulFirst time you went to a funeralThe first time you got first placeFirst time you got hurt, and needed first aidYour first offense (shouldn’t have been there in the first place)And your first friend (who’s always been there through the worst case)Scenario, first of the month, got paid and bought a stereoAnd your first tape, your first dateWhen you got nervous and your heart rate went upThe first time is like seeing a dark place lit upYou gotta keep it going ‘cause the start ain’t enoughThe first man to do anything never gave up[Verse 2]After the first verse follow with a second one (I second that)Step it up before the seconds run on the second halfSometimes in life we get a second chanceThis is too early for us to think about the exit plan(Project Blowed and Swim Team)That be like my second famKeep it going, with the DJ mixing in that second jamLight up a spliff, turn ya’ll to victims of that secondhandActually I need a breather, give a second manIt’s getting heated we gon’ need that second fanTake a second and listen to the blowing of the western sandsEvery grain acting as a second land, turning seconds to an hour(Power to the people) to the second powerHow we gon’ make it home when we’re stuck at second baseHow we gon’ be first, when we’re stuck in second placeI can’t let my seconds waste, ‘til my final resting placeI’ma give ya’ll a second to all those who are less awake[Verse 3]Yo the third time’s the lucky charmI’m never gon’ back downThird degree black belt, fighting in the last round43rd and Leimert, that’s the place I worked nightsTrying to keep it legit, ain’t trying to catch a third strikeThird grade wordplay got you blurry in the third eyeKeep working on your craft, you’ll get it on the third tryWhere are you trying to be at when you turn thirty something?I’m trying to live by the beach, West on third or somethingI’m tired of receiving third notices for billsPaying off fines on my third court appealA pocket full of nothing but dirty lint, and thirty centsThis ain’t a TV show you can’t work it in the thirty minutesWhile you’re at a buffet, working on your third plateThere’s third world villages, in a much worse stateHungry and thirsty, I finally got my point acrossNailed it on my third take, first second third fade
