[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 Just wait, you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you float 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, I'll be back Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to my ass for a second
[Hook: Vine] 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 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 pretty ass and a slow jam, and some Sour 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, dope I'm not tryin to be on it, I'm just to be honest. Packed lunch, school crush, Bus home and play Sonic I have been there, I have that, made my mark up on the town stupid, I've been lucid, been a menace and a clown Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin' wishin I could a way to bring 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 just my ass for a second
[Hook: Bryce I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna around livin' like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Patch Kids and a Coke can I don't wanna think anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want With a pretty ass girl and a 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 With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Patch Kids and a Coke can
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 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 Kids and a Coke can--