One

(albüm: Young Sinatra - 2011)

[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

[Logic & Frank Sinatra:]
It was all a dream just a year ago
Bussing tables and serving 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 bleeding on the track, so spiritual
It's a blessing 'cause now rapping is my profession yo
Set to detonate, I'm just waiting 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 having a blast
I was right here in the studio busting 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, looking 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