Pandora’s been letting me hear this one a lot, lately.
I love Pandora.
The song is called “Sour Patch Kids” by Bryce Vine
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.
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 the old school, old news, Road Rules, Fresh Prince, cartoons, good rap, 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.
Dat trumpet, tho.