21

You say

You say I'm too young, too foolish

Well, I became myself spite what you say

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

I've 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 to 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

Counting hundreds playing twenty-somethings

I'm counting on myself now

Crying by myself now

I'm 21

At my grown ass age, damn

Oh, 21

What it feels to be more than 21

I've never known

I've never tried

I've never loved

Forgive if I don't say it right, or say enough

Real shit, I'm just 21

Oh, I'm just 21

Oh, I'm just 21