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