Mom’s Basement 2007

Inspired by nights in the Taco Bell parking lot, and the younger me. This is my origin story.

Vocals and lyrics by Dylan Owen
Written by Dylan Owen, naebird
Produced by naebird
Electric guitar, bass guitar by naebird
Mixed by Jeremie Inhaber
Mastered by Héctor Vega at Bespoke Sonics
Bespoke Sonics Assistant Engineer Isaiah Chamberlain
Bespoke Sonics Studio Personnel Dasha Sands
Cover Photo by Thomas Ford Flynn
Cover Artwork by Dylan Owen

Stream here: https://dylanowen.ffm.to/momsbasement2007

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me

I felt it

From day one

This must be something

That God's pacing

You ever feel

Like your life's a movie

As it goes on

The plot's changing

Through the static

On the radio

I found hip hop

Near the pop station

A window into a

Different galaxy

Star gazing

Upon greatness

Did a guest verse

For the Fiyacrackaz

Felt like I got signed

To Roc Nation

Then fired off

All those firecrackers

Woke up your neighbors

Had cops chasing

The yellow lines

On our parents's faces

That we inherited

Got painted

A couple times

Cause we lived fast

We would peel off

And go car racing

In Middletown

At the Taco Bell

I'd buy you food

We were not saving

If I could give

Some good advice

That's actionable

"Stop waiting"

Nobody told me

I’d be someone

But I haven’t failed

And I'm not changing

I imagined all of it

High as hell

2007
Mom's basement

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me

I felt it

From day one

This must be something

That God's pacing

Moved in

To another house

And the walls there

Were like stock paper

Invited all of my

Friends over

We took markers

We bombed crazy

Picasso'd it

The Don Quixote

Sheetrock saviors

So spontaneous

Then I won

The battle of the bands

And I thought

"I made it"

10 years later

In LA

And I'm still refining

This rhyme cadence

I saw it all

Through the dirt roads

Prom dates and

Parking lot pavements

It was all part of

My journey then

I know someday

They'll throw carnations

I imagined all of it

In my journal

2007

Mom's basement

I imagined all of it

High as hell

2007

Mom's basement

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me

This is for the younger me

The younger me

This is for another me

Another me

The pray to God that I could be

Somebody me

Through it all

I was already becoming me