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[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 wings, I know one day you'll be great
wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you float away
But, now that I am older, I'll admit that I am over all the stress and shit 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 all to kiss my ass for a second

Bryce Vine]
I wanna worry 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 wanna about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Patch 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, crush, Bus home and play Sonic
I have there, I have done that, made 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' I could find a way to bring back Music Television
No more Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision
Damn, so fuck it I'll be right
Pay my tribute to the past, you can all kiss 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 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 doin I want
With a ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

I don't worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around, like a child
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Patch Kids and a can

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 wanna 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 and a Coke can--