"Stressed Out"

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think

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 (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh)

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young

How come 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, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose

Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered

Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter

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 (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh)

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."

Yeah

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."

Yeah
Pumped Up Kicks

Foster The People

Lyrics

Robert's got a quick hand

He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan

He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Yeah found a six shooter gun

In his dad's closet hidden oh in a box of fun things, I don't even know what

But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day

He be coming home late, he's coming home late

And he's bringing me a surprise

'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time

Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

I reason with my cigarette

And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh)

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the 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."

Yeah

Roses

The Chainsmokers

Lyrics

Taking it slow, but it's not typical

He already knows that my love is fire

His heart was a stone, but then his hands roam

I turned him to gold and it took him higher

Oh, I'll be your daydream, I'll wear your favorite things

We could be beautiful

Get drunk on the good life, I'll take you to paradise

Say you'll never let me go

Deep in my bones, I can feel you

Take me back to a time only we knew

Hideaway
We could waste the night with an old film

Smoke a little weed on my couch in the back room

Hideaway

Say you'll never let me go [x2]

Ahh, ahh, ahh [x3]

Say you'll never let me go [x3]

Ahh [2]

Say you'll never let me go

Deep in my bones, I can feel you

Take me back to a time only we knew

Hideaway

We could waste the night with an old film

Smoke a little weed on my couch in the back room

Hideaway

Say you'll never let me go [x2]

Ahh, ahh, ahh [x3]

Say you'll never let me go

Ahh

[x2]