Luyện nghe bài hát Sour Patch Kids

[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 spread wings, I know one day you'll be great
Just wait, soon you'll aim up at the sky and I'll watch you away
But, now that I am older, I'll admit that I am over all the stress and 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 right
Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to my ass for a second

Bryce Vine]
I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' a child
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just run around doin what I want
With a ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

[Verse 2: Bryce
I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, road rules, fresh prince, cartoons, 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
I have been there, I have done that, my mark up on the town
Been stupid, I've lucid, been a menace and a clown
Wow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's livin' wishin I could find a way to bring back Music Television
No more Jersey whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, they're written with no vision
Damn, so it I'll be right back
Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just my ass for a second

[Hook: Vine]
I 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 can
I don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin I want
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

I don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna around, like a child
old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

I 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 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 girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a can--