When we met you said the distance between us was no big deal. Every time, it seems to be me behind, My steering wheel. We both work during the week, So we don't get to see each other. But when I come down on the weekend, I don't wanna spend it, with your mother. Or your brother, or anyone other. You keep telling me, how you love me and it's true. Each weekend I drive a couple of hours, with the intention of spending time with you. You never make any plans We don't go nowhere. When I'm sitting' cross from your cousin Willie, I don't like the way he, stares. Saturdays and Sundays are always the same. Your big screen TV, so we can watch the game. The only way I could ever be first in your head and not in your bed. Was if I played on your favorite football team. That would be your dream. Yeah, that's your version of Fantasy Football. Damn sure ain't mine. I'm just wasting' my time. I'm tired of the same old stuff. What I get, is never enough. It's bout time I got tough. What I'm gonna say, might sound rough. But fella, I'm bout to call your bluff. Cause I'm fixing to pack my stuff. [chorus] When Will I Be First? What if this was reversed? I feel like I've been cursed. Cause you don't quench my thirst. Your bubble, is bout to be burst As a boyfriend, you're the worst. I need a man that doesn't need to be coerced. Into putting me first. And I think it's about time I go find him. So as I walk out the door, and you check your phone for football scores. It's 4th down and 30. You did me dirty. The ball is on your own 8. And you're far from great. So spend the rest of your weekend, like you're an expert on puttin' a worm on a hook. And you new name is... Master Bait.
