Sour Patch Kids Songtext
von Bryce Vine

Yeah

When I was growing 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 holding life up on your shoulders
It's a chore, sick of being bored
I′m sick of always stressing over shit I could ignore
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 my tribute to the past, tell ′em 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 old school, old news, road rules
Fresh Prince cartoons, good rap scope tracks
And I′m not tryna be on it, I'm just tryna be honest
Packed lunch, school crush, bus home and play Sonic

Been there, I have done that, made my mark upon the town
Stupid, I've been lucid, been a menace and a clown
Wow, I′m chilling watching Rocco′s Modern Living
Wishing I could find a way to bring back Music Television
No more Jersey Shoring, horribly boring versions
Of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision
Yo, damn, so fuck it, I′ll be right back
Pay my tribute to the past, you could
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
Just wanna play around like a child
With old tunes 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

La, la-la-la-la-la
No, no, no
Yeah
And some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam
And some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can, yeah