Sour Patch Kids Songtext
von 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 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′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 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 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