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"
Long as you spread your wings, I know one day 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 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' through me internally, take imagination and making it a
So, pause. Yo, fuck it, I'll be right
Pay a to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second

Bryce 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 some Sour Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I
a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke 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, made my mark up on the
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 bring Music Television
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

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

I don't wanna bout nothin for a while, I just 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 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 slow jam, and some Sour Kids and a Coke can--