I found these using the acoustic version, but you can play it however you want to.
Capo 1
Intro:
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Verse 1:
G
When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me “Son you could be anything”
F
Long as you spread your wings, I know one day you’ll be great
F
Just wait, soon you’ll aim up at the sky and I’ll watch you float away
G
But, now that I am older, I’ll admit that I am over
G
All the stress and shit that comes from holding life up on your shoulders
F
It’s a chore, I’m sick of being bored, I’m sick of always stressin over shit I could ignore
G
I guess it’s just my own immaturity, burnin’ through me internally, take imagination and making it a reality
F
So, pause. Yo, fuck it, I’ll be right back
F
Pay my tribute to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second
Chorus:
G
I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin’ like a child
F
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
G
I don’t wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want
F
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
Verse 2:
G
I just wanna go back to the old school, old news, road rules, fresh prince, cartoons, good raps, dope tracks
F
I’m not tryin to be on it, I’m just tryin’ to be honest. Packed lunch, school crush, Bus home and play Sonic
G
I have been there, I have done that, made my mark up on the town
G
Been stupid, I’ve been lucid, been a menace and a clown
F
Wow, I’m chillin watchin’ Rocko’s modern livin’ wishin I could find a way to bring back Music Television
G
No more Jersey Shore’n whorin’ or horribly borin’ versions of
G
Shows from Great Britain, they’re written with no vision
F
Yo damn, so fuck it I’ll be right back
F
Pay my tribute to the past, you can all just kiss my ass for a second
Chorus (repeated):
G
I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin’ like a child
F
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
G
I don’t wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want
F
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
G
I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin’ like a child
F
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
G
I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin’ like a child
F
With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
G
I don’t wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want
F
With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can
