Stressed Out Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Puddles Pity Party)

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[Pre-Chorus]
My name's blurryface and I care what you think
My name's blurryface and I care what you think

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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, home grown, stone's throw from where we used to roam
It would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and tree house homes, we would all take the latter

[Chorus]
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