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Stressed Out -Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
My name's Blurryface
And I care what you think
My name's Blurryface
And I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when
I was young
I'm never able to
Identify where it's coming from
I'd make a candle out of it if
I ever found it
Try to sell it
I'd probably only sell one
To my brother
'Cause we have the same nose
Same clothes homegrown a stone's
Throw from a creek we used to roam
It would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and tree
House homes we all would take the latter
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
We used to play pretend give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and
Then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space but
Now they're laughing at our face
Saying wake up you need to make money
We used to play pretend give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and
Then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they're laughing at our face
Saying wake up you need to make money
Wake up you need to make money
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
We're stressed out
We're stressed out
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