The sun shines hella bright
I should be stoked on my life
Don't know what is wrong
But the feeling’s gone
Go out every night
Having the time of my life
But something's wrong
I can't write a happy song
Pressure
So much weight on my back these days
That my neck hurts
How to look, how to act, how to dress
Like a lecture
It’s hard to express how I feel when I'm censored
But you gotta sell records
The sun shines hella bright
I should be stoked on my life
Don't know what is wrong
But the feeling's gone
Go out every night
Having the time of my life
But something's wrong
I can't write a happy song
I should be stoked on my life
Don't know what is wrong
But the feeling’s gone
Go out every night
Having the time of my life
But something's wrong
I can't write a happy song
Pressure
So much weight on my back these days
That my neck hurts
How to look, how to act, how to dress
Like a lecture
It’s hard to express how I feel when I'm censored
But you gotta sell records
The sun shines hella bright
I should be stoked on my life
Don't know what is wrong
But the feeling's gone
Go out every night
Having the time of my life
But something's wrong
I can't write a happy song
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