[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, 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 from holding life up on your It's a chore, I'm sick of being bored, I'm sick of always stressin over shit I could 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 visit to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a
Bryce Vine] I don't wanna worry nothin 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 about anything at all, I just wanna run around what I want With a 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, 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, school crush, Bus home and play I have been there, I have done that, made my up on the town Been stupid, I've been lucid, been a 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 Shore'n whorin' or borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision Damn, so it I'll be right back Pay my tribute to the past, you can all kiss my ass for a second
[Hook: Vine] I don't worry bout nothin 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 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 worry bout nothin for a while, I just 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 just wanna play around livin' 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 what I want With a pretty ass girl and a jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can--