Ayra Starr - 21 lyrics

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 "20 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)