[Verse 1: Bryce When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my told me "Son you could be anything" Long as you your wings, I know one day you'll be great Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you float But, now that I am older, I'll admit that I am 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 of always stressin over shit I could ignore I guess it's just my own immaturity, burnin' through me internally, imagination 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
Bryce Vine] I don't worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Kids and a Coke can
[Verse 2: Bryce I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, rules, fresh prince, cartoons, good 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 that, made my mark up on the town Been stupid, I've been lucid, a menace and a clown Wow, I'm chillin Rocko's modern livin' wishin I could find a way to bring back Music Television No more Jersey Shore'n or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision Damn, so fuck it I'll be back Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just my ass for a second
Bryce Vine] I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just play around livin' like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Kids and a Coke can I wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want With a pretty ass and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I wanna play around, like a child old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a child old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around what I want With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Patch Kids and a Coke can--