Biografía:
Bryce Ross-Johnson (born June 16, 1988),[1][2] known by his stage name Bryce Vine is an American rapper and singer from New York City, New York. Bryce showed his interest in music at the age of 13, and ventured into a career of music in 2011 where he auditioned for The Glee Project. A year later he signed with record label Kiva House Lambroza and released an EP titled Lazy Fair to critical acclaim. Two years later, he would release another EP titled Night Circus, also to critical acclaim.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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
Capo 1
Intro:
E----7--9--12--9--7---------7----------------| X2
B-9------------------9---9-----9--7--9-------|
G--------------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------| X4
B----9--7-----9--7-----9--7-----9--7---------|
G-9--------9--------9--------9---------------|
D--------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------|
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
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