[Verse 1]
Pitch black dark trying to look into my future
Wishing I was high ‘cause I assumed it was cooler
Same color, can’t tell the sky from the water
My eyes working harder
Mind going farther
Time’s no bother
I’ll get home when I get home
Ready, set, go: to mentally let go
Tall grass, dirt path, and that seaside smell
Messing around crazy, I grew up at Shells
Shells is a levy with a BMX park
Just walk around and talk when it gets dark
Always start a conversation totally jokingly
Then eventually vent to me openly
Brown grass is spread like a plate of spaghetti
Never rain down so it stayed brown every day wow
The place shaped us like putty
JBL handheld play some Kid Cudi
Only a block away from where my Grandparents live
Developed under the sun got my tan hairy skin
Vibing with friends inside of banned areas
Staring ‘cross the bay on the land barriers
Only a block away from where my Grandparents live
Developed under the sun got my tan hairy skin
Vibing with friends inside of banned areas
Staring ‘cross the bay on the land barriers
[Verse 2]
Spent last high school years in Foster City
Often sitting in the Metro Shopping Center chilling
Thankful for all the important stuff it fostered in me
Like a foster parent when I got bored of Belmont
Every week after school bike with my helmet
Down Ralston to Redwood Shores or Oracle
Then ride the Bay Trail feeling tortoise slow
Stop at Shells isn’t it pretty and adorable
A door to my soul, sorta pretty cold
An ode that I wrote and recorded from my phone
As I think into the past, well, it’s all pastels kept in a capsule, that’s Shells