Zella Day
Coney Island
[Verse 1]
Fear is real
There is no escape
Cause I'm finally old enough to fade

[Verse 2]
What's my type?
What's my archetype?
Do people come in shapes and sizes, like they say?

[Verse 3]
To be born again
To be a child again
With the weightlessness of looking at the world

[Verse 4]
What a shame
To idolize such aimlessness,
But when the time comes be like everyone else
'Tighten up'
In America they call it "growing up"