One (Feat. 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 [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 aren'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