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