letra de heathens / stressed out (mashup) - amasic
all my friends are heathens, take it slow
wait for them to ask you who you know
(my name’s ‘blurryface’ and i care what you think.)
please don’t make any sudden moves
(my name’s ‘blurryface’ and i care what you think.)
you don’t know the half of the abuse
welcome to the room of people
who have rooms of people that they loved one day
docked away
just because we check the guns at the door
doesn’t mean our brains will change from hand grenades
you’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you
you’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you
you’ll think, “how’d i get here, sitting next to you?”
but after all i’ve said, please don’t forget
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 don’t deal with outsiders very well
they say newcomers have a certain smell
yeah, i trust issues, not to mention
they say they can smell your intentions
(my name’s ‘blurryface’ and i care what you think.)
you’ll never know the freakshow sitting next to you
(my name’s ‘blurryface’ and i care what you think.)
you’ll have some weird people sitting next to you
you’ll think “how did i get here, sitting next to you?”
but after all i’ve said, please don’t forget
(watch it) x2
all my friends are heathens, take it slow
wait for them to ask you who you know
please don’t make any sudden moves
you don’t know the half of the abuse
all my friends are heathens, take it slow
(wish we could turn back time)
wait for them to ask you who you know
(to the good ol’ days)
please don’t make any sudden moves
(wish we could turn back time)
you don’t know the half of the abuse
(but now we’re stressed out)
all my friends are heathens, take it slow
(wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days)
wait for them to ask you who you know
(when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out)
please don’t make any sudden moves
(wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days)
you don’t know the half of the abuse
(when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out)
all my friends are heathens, take it slow
letras aleatórias
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- lata mangeshkar › letra de jinke aage ji jinke pichhe ji - lata mangeshkar
- ace hood › letra de the warm up - ace hood
- genetikk › letra de ich rauch'n blunt - genetikk
- this wild life › letra de sleepwalking - live session - this wild life
- mc kamau › letra de de passagem - mc kamau
- the fucking buckaroos › letra de letters from the north - the fucking buckaroos
- caucasian › letra de shot of mischief - caucasian
- summer walker partynextdoor › letra de just might - summer walker & partynextdoor
- marshal vellious › letra de told - marshal vellious