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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Hoppus
Mark Hoppus
Bass Guitar
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Drums
Matt Skiba
Matt Skiba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hoppus
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Songwriter
Matt Skiba
Matt Skiba
Songwriter
John Feldmann
John Feldmann
Songwriter
Jim Lavigne
Jim Lavigne
Songwriter
John Mitchell
John Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Feldmann
John Feldmann
Producer
Scot Stewart
Scot Stewart
Recording Engineer
Dylan McLean
Dylan McLean
Recording Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah First drink of the night just to get me right The first light of the day, I know I got it all wrong First pill that you drop only sets it off The next morning you wake up all blurry and numb Before all the damn insecurities Before all your innocence is all lost Think back to the time you were all alone One day you'll look back and say "Where's it all gone?" Sometimes we get lost inside our little heads Don't sleep, just yet We all know that there's nothing like the First love, first high There ain't nothing like the first time Passed out, last night There ain't nothing like the first time Taking all the meds (first love) Sleeping with your friends (first high) Find out in the end, there ain't (there ain't) Nothing like the first time Stuck inside her head (passed out) Jumping in her bed (last night) Find out in the end, there ain't (there ain't) Nothing like the first time Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (nothing like the first time) First time on a plane, so she's paranoid Tried to make her feel safe, but said it all wrong First time in L.A, so she can't avoid Feeling like she's failing all along Sometimes we get lost inside our little heads Don't sleep, just yet We all know that there's nothing like the First love, first high There ain't nothing like the first time Passed out, last night There ain't nothing like the first time Taking all the meds (first love) Sleeping with your friends (first high) Find out in the end, there ain't (there ain't) Nothing like the first time Stuck inside her head (passed out) Jumping in her bed (last night) Find out in the end, there ain't (there ain't) Nothing like the first time Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (nothing like the first time) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (nothing like the first time)
Writer(s): Travis Barker, Mark Hoppus, John Feldmann, James Lavigne, Matthew Skiba, John Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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