Sour Patch Kids

Yeah, la, la, la, la

Yeah, Lazy Fair (Okay)

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 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 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

I just wanna go back to old school, old news, road rules

Fresh Prince, cartoons, good raps, dope tracks

I'm not tryna be on it, I'm just tryna be honest (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 living

Wishin' I could find a way to bring back Music Television

No more Jersey Shore'n whorin' or 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 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 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

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

(Yeah) 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 (Take it one more time)

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 (Aye)