Karaoké Sour Patch Kids Bryce Vine

Yeah

La la la la

Huh yeah

Lazy Fair

When I was growin' up

I had a lot of dreams

My mama 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 holdin' life up on your shoulders

It's a chore

I'm sick of bein' bored

I'm sick of always stressin' over shit I could ignore

I guess it's just my own immaturity

Burnin' through me internally

Takin' imagination and makin' 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 anythin' 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's whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain

They're written with no vision

Yeah 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 anythin' 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

Sleepin's gettin' borin' now

It's scary not to let the dream die

Now there's nothin' left to dream about

Yeah

Wooh

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 anythin' 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