[Verse 1: Vine] When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me "Son you be anything" as you spread your wings, I know one day you'll be great Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you away But, now that I am older, I'll admit that I am 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 right Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to 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 jammin 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 girl and a slow jam, and some 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 to be on it, I'm just 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, I've been lucid, a menace and a clown Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern wishin I could find a way to bring back Music Television No Jersey Shore'n whorin' or horribly 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 just 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 old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can I wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want a pretty ass girl 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 wanna play around, like a With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Patch Kids and a can
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a 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 run around doin what I want With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can--