[Verse 1: Vine] When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me "Son you be anything" Long as you spread your wings, I know one day be great Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll you float away But, now that I am older, I'll admit 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 sick of 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 back Pay a to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second
[Hook: Vine] I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play livin' like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch 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: Vine] I just wanna go to the old school, old news, road 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, crush, Bus home and play Sonic I have there, I have done that, made my mark up on the town Been stupid, I've 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 Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision Damn, so fuck it be right back Pay my to the past, you can all just kiss my ass for a second
[Hook: Bryce 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 some Sour 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
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I wanna play around, like a child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna worry bout 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 don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run doin what I want a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can--