21 pilots

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
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
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
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 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
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
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

MR METH...

WHY WOULD A PLANE OR VEHICLE NEED 2 1 PILOTES? MUST BE A PRETTY BIG ONE HA HA

classic ron, are you coming to the cookout thissat?

I DISLIKE MINORITY

@BrotherEitch said in 21 pilots:

I DISLIKE MINORITY

WHOOPS DISREGARD THAT THAT WAS MY SON SAM I WILL BE GOING THE WIFE IS MAKING POTATO SALAD AND I AM BRINGING SOME GOOD OL WEINERS ANYTHING ELSE?

HAHA RON THAT SAM SOUNDS LIKE TROUBLE....
YOU KNOW I WOULD HAVE BEEN HIT FOR PULLING A STUNT LIKE THAT DEBORAH WAS THINKING TO BRING A POTATO SALAD TOO BUT ILL TELL HER
ILL TELL HER NOT TO SINCE BARBARA IS MAKING ONE ILL BE ON THE GRILL

SOUNDS GOOD SOUNDS GOOD WHAT IS BILL DOING AFTER/ THINKING ABOUT GOING TO THE POKIES AFTERWARDS KEEN TO COME?

dad i want cola.. COLA COLA COLA COLA COLA NOW

YARE YARE WE DONT ENDORES HOMO SEXUAL ITY IN THIS BOARDS WE DRINK MONSTER