[Verse 1: Bryce I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me "Son you could be anything" Long as you spread wings, I know one day you'll be great Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and watch you float away But, now that I am older, I'll that I am over all the stress and shit that comes from holding life up on your shoulders It's a chore, I'm sick of being bored, I'm sick of always stressin over shit I ignore I guess it's just my own immaturity, burnin' through me internally, take and making it a reality So, pause. Yo, it, I'll be right back Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to my ass for a second
[Hook: Bryce I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Kids and a Coke can
[Verse 2: Vine] I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, road rules, fresh prince, cartoons, raps, dope tracks I'm not tryin to be on it, I'm just tryin' to be honest. Packed lunch, school crush, Bus home and play I have been there, I have done that, made my up on the town Been stupid, I've been lucid, been a menace and a Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin' wishin I could find a way to back Music Television No more Jersey Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're with no vision Damn, so fuck it I'll be back Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just kiss my ass for a
[Hook: Vine] I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I wanna play around livin' like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't wanna think anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna worry bout for a while, I just wanna play around, like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a child With old jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't wanna think about anything at all, I wanna run around doin what I want With a pretty ass girl and a jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can--