domingo, 9 de junio de 2024

Ayra Starr - 21 - 2024


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  1. 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)

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