Letras da musica: Coney Island – Zella Day
Fear is real
There is no escape
Cause I’m finally old enough to fade
What’s my type?
What’s my archetype?
Do people come in shapes and sizes, like they say?
To be born again
To be a child again
With the weightlessness of looking at the world
What a shame
To idolize such aimlessness
But when the time comes be like everyone else
‘Tighten up’
In America the call it “growing up”