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Year 21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Year 21 was released on July 3, 2026 by Under The Willow Tree as a part of the album My Final Breath: Year 21
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Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelUnder The Willow Tree
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willow Ray Ramos
Willow Ray Ramos
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willow Ray Ramos
Willow Ray Ramos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mineral
Mineral
Producer

Lyrics

Growing up, I'm 21 now
Roll a blunt just the past the time, now
Growing up, I'm 21 now
Where the fuck has all the time gone?, wow
Growing up, I'm 21 now
Roll a blunt just the past the time, now
Growing up, I'm 21 now
Where the fuck has all the time gone?, wow
I've been praying that I see my momma grow old
But days are getting faster nights are even colder now
I'm losing time with all the ones I love
And I don't want to die young
I've been looking up down left right
Like a fucking cheat code
Hoping that I wake up 13 again
Wasting time with all my friends
Just hoping it will never end
And I promise mama
I'ma make it out
Promise that I won't die young
Promise that I'll pay it back in due time
I just gotta get my mind right
I've been scared of losing you
Cause what am I to do
Without the woman I look up to
The one that brings me back when I have lost my way
And I'm so goddamn sorry for the way I acted growing up
Ignorant and innocent I wish I could feel that again
Going through these changes and I've got so many plans
I just wish I knew how you felt about me
As I'm breaking down again
I wish I could tell you everything
But there's so much in my head
I just wanna be a kid again
Just playing in the sand
And I start to miss my brothers
When I start getting in my head
Wasted self-indulgences
Tryna kill off all this selfishness
Hope I make it out someday
So I give it back to you
As I'm sitting mountain side
Oh lord, it's such a lovely view
And I don't wanna work the rest of my life
I've been going insane, you can see it in my eyes
Got no one else to blame, contemplating suicide
Held by these chains, spiraling to my demise
Losing myself to my own damn thoughts
Hoping all the pain is worth it sometimes
Hoping mama don't lay me in my grave
But I'm so tired, hoping by 22 I'll be alright
Written by: Willow Ray Ramos
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