Luyện nghe bài hát Sour Patch Kids

[Verse 1: Vine]
When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma me "Son you could be anything"
Long as you spread your wings, I know one day be great
Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you away
But, now I am older, I'll admit 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 of always stressin over shit I could ignore
I guess just my own immaturity, burnin' through me internally, take imagination and making it a reality
So, pause. Yo, fuck it, 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 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 Sour Patch Kids and a can

[Verse 2: Vine]
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 done that, made my mark up on the town
Been stupid, been lucid, been a menace and a clown
Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin' wishin I could find a way to back Music Television
No more Jersey whorin' 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 kiss my ass for a second

[Hook: Bryce
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around like a child
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a can
I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run 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 for a while, I just wanna play around, like a child
With old tunes on my Walkman, Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

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 some Sour Patch 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 slow jam, and some Patch Kids and a Coke can--