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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 twenty-one What it feels to be more than twenty-one 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 Eleven, twelve, went too fast Three to sixteen, too fast Seven, eight was a big year Nineteen got a big bag I'm counting hundreds, playing twenty-something I'm counting on myself now Crying by myself now I'm twenty-one At my grown-ass age (Damn) Oh, twenty-one What it feels to be more than twenty-one 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 twenty-one Ooh, I'm just twenty-one Oh, I'm just twenty-one Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one) Two, one (Twenty-one)