Frank Sinatra, Logic - One lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Frank Sinatra, Logic - One lyrics]
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone when I was twenty-one
It was all a dream just a year ago
Bussin' tables and servin' food but
Y'all don't hear it though
Now I'm on another level but
Y'all ain't near it though
My soul bleedin' on the track, so spiritual
It's a blessing cause now rappin'
Is my profession yo set to detonate
I'm just waitin' for my time to blow
White boy at first glance but
When I rhyme they know
Race don't mean a fucking thing
The second that I flow
It's been a year and everything
I said would happen has
While everybody that I know was
Out havin' a blast
I was right here in the studio bustin' my ass
It's been a year, I'm twenty-one but I feel
(Thirty-five) yeah, and now I got this
I taste the blood, no one can stop this
Second I drop this
Die hard fans is finna cop this
While the rest of the world
Follows through fiber optics
I took my time, see I studied the game
Learned how to rhyme
I was around drugs and gats
But never delved in crime
Had other things in mind, so I began to grind
First tape was a success
Locally, I got press
But I knew this one right here
Would run the world a mess, but I digress
A year ago, I was a youngin in his room
Staring out the window, lookin' at the moon
Knowing it's coming soon
But today I board this rocket
Ship and sonic boom
Cause I am no longer a seed, homie
It's time to bloom
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone when I was twenty-one
It was all a dream just a year ago
Bussin' tables and servin' food but
Y'all don't hear it though
Now I'm on another level but
Y'all ain't near it though
My soul bleedin' on the track, so spiritual
It's a blessing cause now rappin'
Is my profession yo set to detonate
I'm just waitin' for my time to blow
White boy at first glance but
When I rhyme they know
Race don't mean a fucking thing
The second that I flow
It's been a year and everything
I said would happen has
While everybody that I know was
Out havin' a blast
I was right here in the studio bustin' my ass
It's been a year, I'm twenty-one but I feel
(Thirty-five) yeah, and now I got this
I taste the blood, no one can stop this
Second I drop this
Die hard fans is finna cop this
While the rest of the world
Follows through fiber optics
I took my time, see I studied the game
Learned how to rhyme
I was around drugs and gats
But never delved in crime
Had other things in mind, so I began to grind
First tape was a success
Locally, I got press
But I knew this one right here
Would run the world a mess, but I digress
A year ago, I was a youngin in his room
Staring out the window, lookin' at the moon
Knowing it's coming soon
But today I board this rocket
Ship and sonic boom
Cause I am no longer a seed, homie
It's time to bloom