Sour Patch Kids - Bryce Vine

When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me «Son you could

be anything»

Long 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 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 shoulders

It’s 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 reality

So, pause.

Yo, fuck it, I’ll be right back

Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second

I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin'

like a child

With 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 around doin what I

want

With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

I just wanna go back 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, school crush, Bus home and play Sonic

I have been there, I have done that, made my mark up on the town

Been stupid, I’ve 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 back Music Television

No more Jersey Shore’n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great

Britain, they’re written with no vision

Damn, so fuck it I’ll be right back

Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just kiss my ass for a second

I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin'

like a child

With 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 around doin what I

want

With 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 child

With old tunes jammin 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'

like a child

With 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 around doin what I

want

With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can