[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 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 float 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 sick of always stressin over shit I could I guess it's just my own immaturity, burnin' through me internally, take imagination and it a reality So, pause. Yo, fuck it, I'll be back Pay a visit to the past, tell all to kiss my ass for a second
Bryce 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 don't wanna think 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
2: Bryce Vine] I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, road rules, fresh prince, cartoons, good raps, tracks 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, my mark up on the town Been stupid, I've been lucid, been a menace and a Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin' wishin I find a way to bring back Music Television No more Jersey Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of from Great Britain, they're written with no vision Damn, so fuck it I'll be right Pay my tribute to the past, you can all kiss my ass for a second
[Hook: Bryce I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I 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 think about 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
I don't worry bout nothin for a while, I just 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 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 think about anything 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--