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- The Year I Turned 21
You say, you say
Huh
You say
You say I'm too young, too foolish
Well, I became myself 'spite what you said
Still tryna find a way that I can stay the same
Maybe that's my naïveté
Fuck that shit, I'ma run it how I want, that's it
Money singing off the phone, that shit works for me
It's a purse on me (that's a bag)
No dey put a curse on me (I reflect)
Letting God work on me (I repent)
Do it for myself, never for a man
I'm just 21
What it feels to be more than 21?
I've never known, I've never tried, never loved
What am I supposed to do with what I done?
Where did all the years go?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I was at the house tryna figure out who the fuck I am
11, 12 went too fast
Three to 16 too fast
Seven, eight was a big year
19 got a big bag
I'm counting hundreds, playing 20-something
I'm counting on myself now
Crying by myself now, I'm 21
At my grown-ass age (damn)
Oh-ooh-oh, 21
What it feels to be more than 21?
I've never known, I've never tried, never loved
Forgive if I don't say it right or say enough, oh
Real shit, I'm just 21
Ooh-ooh, I'm just 21
Oh, I'm just 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21
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