Stressed Out Songtext
von Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox 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