"Sour Patch Kids" lyrics

When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams
My mamma 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 stressing over shit I could ignore

I guess it's just my own immaturity
Burning 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 nothing for a while
I just wanna play around living like a child
With old tunes jamming 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 doing 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 trying to be on it
I'm just trying 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 chilling watching Rocko's modern living
Wishing I could find a way to bring back Music Television
No more Jersey Shore'n whoring
Or horribly boring
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 nothing for a while
I just wanna play around living like a child
With old tunes jamming 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 doing 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 nothing for a while
I just wanna play around, like a child
With old tunes jamming on my Walkman
Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

I don't wanna worry 'bout nothing for a while
I just wanna play around living like a child
With old tunes jamming 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 doing what I want
With a pretty-ass girl and a slow jam
And some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can