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"