Nik Bates - Never Had A Worry lyrics

[Intro] On my way to school, man, I never had a worry But I knew I had to be there in a hurry The troubles that I had as the time flew past, make me Wish that I didn't have to grow up so fast [Verse 1] Never did I ever think that I would need a job Never put our hands up whenever we would cough Never knew that I would record rap songs Worrying about the Sea World Splash Zone Times were never tough at McMillin Elementary Nervous when I saw my first crush was sitting next to me Pack a school bus, like we in Noah's Ark Take a trip, take a walk, up in Balboa Park Never got picked on when I walked home Only at home I could talk on the phone Never had a phone I could fit in my pocket Didn't need pockets, ‘cause I didn't have a wallet All we cared about was riding bikes when we would play Going down a slide would be the highlight of my day Shooting up my friends when we could kick it at Atlantis Living in the 'burb must've had it's own advantage [Hook x2] On my way to school, man I never had a worry But I knew I had to be there in a hurry The troubles that I had as the time flew past, make me Wish that I didn't have to grow up so fast [Verse 2] Living in the middle, we was well, not off Tilt-a-Whirl, Dippin', at Belmont Park The Lions and the Tigers with the Birds in the view All the different things you could learn at the zoo San Andreas was the only time I cared ‘bout someone k**ing me Never knew rich, I knew the feeling of stability

Never had Playstation, I was never home Didn't do homework, I couldn't write a poem Making up lame, excuses was my plan Scraping up change, when I hear the Ice Cream Man Now I'm working at Vans, and taking out loans Thankful I could call San Diego my home Used to pa** on Euclid and Imperial at night Never turn at red light, so I stay on my Way home, from the bay so, stop and get Rally's Glad I'm not banging, living in Spring Valley [Hook x2] [Verse 3] They say that you won't make it if you never had a story Well mine starts here, so I never had a worry A good kid living in a calm city Tryna make a little something called history When everybody just sits and chills I'm thinking how to flip these bills How can I climb to the top of the charts And still be alone when I walk in my yard? How can I fill hip-hop's many vacancies? Trying to tell the youth to never settle for complacency How to stand alone when a million rappers facing me But I'm a good bet, so I think you should be raising me Wish there was a manual ‘bout how to be a rapper The trouble of the public eye I learned from Marshall Mathers Before I thought about getting fatter I wish that I could go back, to when it didn't matter To when it didn't matter To when it didn't matter To when it didn't matter I wish that I could go back, to when it didn't matter [Hook x2]