Tuning: G C E A

[Intro] A|----------7------------------------------| E|4--7--9------9--7--4--7--4--2--4---------| x2 C|-----------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------| A|-----------------------------------------| E|----4--2--0-------4--2--0----------------| C|-----------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------| [Verse 1]

When I was growing ^Eup, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me "Son you could be anything, Long as you spread your wings, ^AI 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, ^Enow 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 ^AIt'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 i^Emmaturity, burnin' through me internally,

Take imagination and making it a reality

S^G#o, pau^Ase. Yo, fuck it, I'll be right back Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second

[Chorus]

^EI don't wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin' like a child ^AWith old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can ^EI don't wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want ^Amaj7With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

[Verse 2]

I just wanna go ^Eback to the old school, old news, road rules, Fresh prince, cartoons, good raps, dope tracks ^AI'm not tryin to be on it, I'm just tryin' to be honest

Packed lunch, school crush, Bus home and play Sonic

^EI 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 ^AWow, I'm chillin watchin' Rocko's modern livin'

Wishin I could find a way to bring back Music Television

No more ^EJersey Shore'n whorin' or horribly borin' versions of shows from Great Britain, They're written with no vision ^ADamn, so fuck it I'll be right back

Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just kiss my ass for a second [Chorus]

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

[Bridge]

I don't ^Ewanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around, like a ^Amaj7child With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, Sour Pat^Ach Kids and a Coke can

[Chorus]

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

Bryce Vine - Sour patch kids