22
Someone said they thought of me soon as they heard this instrumental
Situations like these make me keep my foot on the pedal
They remind me not to ever try being somebody else
My people love me more than I could ever love myself
I carry too much in my bag now
I said I'm scared I'm becoming too unattached now
Maybe these lyrics are a place I can be vulnerable
Put my trauma in melodies and make it memorable
I lost myself tryna find peace in 22 years of this life
I've felt alone around you, searching for a reason why
Might lose sight of the big picture, so tell me, is it alright?
It's only getting started but feels like I'm out of time
As if somebody pressed rewind like 22 times in my life
You claim I'm also guilty, well I guess I can't deny
If someday you cannot reach me, promise me you'll be alright
Like you told me before, you owe it to me to try
My world is in need of color
It makes no fucking sense to live and die working white-collar
Gotta learn to let go
And move on with my life
Got a pretty fucking lesson, the girl with the hazel eyes
And the color of my skin, why is it still so disrespected?
Two women I've loved come from families who won't accept it
My views have been distorted, see good people as exceptions
All this time's been doing is raising so many questions
I've been searching for answers for 22 years of this life
Ask me how I'm doing, can you deal with my reply?
I might keep the truth from you, so tell me now, is it alright?
To spare you from this burden I'd tell you a thousand lies
A couple things I wish they told me more than just 22 times
But that's my ego speaking, I'm keeping it locked inside
To my family and friends, I promise that we'll be alright
We owe it to each other to try
Oh, woah
I learned a couple things from the snow
I'm so cold
Waiting for closure but do I really wanna know?
I look around and there's no place I think of as my home
I've tried filling the void with a lover to call my own
If God is real, He'll have the Devil charge me everything I owe
They might stop loving me so I must love myself, I know
Can you wait a little longer, please?
I'm on my knees
Life put her hands around my neck
Starting to feel it squeeze
Need to go back to where I'm from and feel the tropical breeze
Pray it gives me strength to conquer what's out overseas
Don't know what I can tell you 'bout my twenty second time
I hope the 23rd has some blessings along the line
Tryna learn how to find beauty in pain, so here goes nothing
But until then will you keep acting as my cushion?
Guess I've already seen so much in 22 years of this life
If I said I am not grateful then I'd be telling a lie
Last "September to January" will always be on my mind
It made me see that there's still much out in this world to find
Don't think I need to get a wish for each of the 22 times
All I really want is for it all to be alright
If someday you cannot reach me, promise me that you'll be fine
Like you told me before, you owe it to me to try
Situations like these make me keep my foot on the pedal
They remind me not to ever try being somebody else
My people love me more than I could ever love myself
I carry too much in my bag now
I said I'm scared I'm becoming too unattached now
Maybe these lyrics are a place I can be vulnerable
Put my trauma in melodies and make it memorable
I lost myself tryna find peace in 22 years of this life
I've felt alone around you, searching for a reason why
Might lose sight of the big picture, so tell me, is it alright?
It's only getting started but feels like I'm out of time
As if somebody pressed rewind like 22 times in my life
You claim I'm also guilty, well I guess I can't deny
If someday you cannot reach me, promise me you'll be alright
Like you told me before, you owe it to me to try
My world is in need of color
It makes no fucking sense to live and die working white-collar
Gotta learn to let go
And move on with my life
Got a pretty fucking lesson, the girl with the hazel eyes
And the color of my skin, why is it still so disrespected?
Two women I've loved come from families who won't accept it
My views have been distorted, see good people as exceptions
All this time's been doing is raising so many questions
I've been searching for answers for 22 years of this life
Ask me how I'm doing, can you deal with my reply?
I might keep the truth from you, so tell me now, is it alright?
To spare you from this burden I'd tell you a thousand lies
A couple things I wish they told me more than just 22 times
But that's my ego speaking, I'm keeping it locked inside
To my family and friends, I promise that we'll be alright
We owe it to each other to try
Oh, woah
I learned a couple things from the snow
I'm so cold
Waiting for closure but do I really wanna know?
I look around and there's no place I think of as my home
I've tried filling the void with a lover to call my own
If God is real, He'll have the Devil charge me everything I owe
They might stop loving me so I must love myself, I know
Can you wait a little longer, please?
I'm on my knees
Life put her hands around my neck
Starting to feel it squeeze
Need to go back to where I'm from and feel the tropical breeze
Pray it gives me strength to conquer what's out overseas
Don't know what I can tell you 'bout my twenty second time
I hope the 23rd has some blessings along the line
Tryna learn how to find beauty in pain, so here goes nothing
But until then will you keep acting as my cushion?
Guess I've already seen so much in 22 years of this life
If I said I am not grateful then I'd be telling a lie
Last "September to January" will always be on my mind
It made me see that there's still much out in this world to find
Don't think I need to get a wish for each of the 22 times
All I really want is for it all to be alright
If someday you cannot reach me, promise me that you'll be fine
Like you told me before, you owe it to me to try
Credits
Writer(s): M. Tamide Dos Anjos
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