Luyện nghe bài hát Sour Patch Kids

[Verse 1: Vine]
When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my told me "Son you could be anything"
as you spread your wings, I know one day you'll be great
Just wait, 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 that comes holding life up on your shoulders
It's a chore, I'm sick of being bored, I'm sick of always 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, them all to kiss my ass for a second

Bryce Vine]
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around like a child
With old tunes 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

2: Bryce Vine]
I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, road rules, fresh prince, cartoons, good raps, 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 there, I have done that, made my mark up on the town
Been stupid, I've been lucid, a menace and a clown
Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin' wishin I find a way to bring back Music Television
No more Jersey Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of from Great Britain, they're written with no vision
Damn, so fuck it be right back
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 wanna play around livin' 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 run around doin what I want
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch and a Coke can

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

I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a
With old tunes on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna think about 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--