Frank Sinatra - Stressed Out | AI cover

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 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 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 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