[Intro: Frank Sinatra]

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

One

One

One— year

[Verse: Logic & Frank Sinatra]

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 blessin' '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 fuckin' 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, heh, 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

Starin' out the window, lookin' at the moon, knowin' it's comin' soon

But today, I board this rocket ship and sonic boom

'Cause I am no longer a seed, homie, it's time to bloom

[Outro: Frank Sinatra]

Twenty-one

Twenty-one

One— year

Twenty-one

One

One— twenty-one

One— year

Twenty-one

One

One— twenty-one

One— year