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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 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