Stressed Out (feat. Puddles Pity Party)

My name is Blurryface, and I care what you think My name is Blurryface, and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out Sometimes a certain smell takes 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, stone's throw from where we used to roam It would remind us when nothing really mattered Of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out 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 Sayin', "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 Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money" "Wake up, you need to make money" Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out We're stressed out, we're stressed out