Stressed Out (2015)
Artista: Twenty One Pilots (Estados Unidos)
Álbum: Blurryface
Año: 2015
Géneros: Hip Hop Alternativo, Rap rock, Rock Psicodélico, Pop
Premios: Premio Grammy a la Mejor Actuación Pop Dúo o Grupo
Compositor: Tyler Joseph
Sello: Fueled By Ramen
Dirección del vídeo: Reel Bear Media
Letra
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, home grown
The 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
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 singing
"Wake up, you need to make money", yeah
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 singing
"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
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money
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
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Scooby Snacks (1996)
Artista: Fun Lovin' Criminals (Estados Unidos)
Álbum: Come Find Yourself
Año: 1996
Género: Rock alternativo, Hip-Hop alternativo, Gangsta Rap, Rap Rock
Compositores: Stephen Borgovini, Brian Leiser, Huey Morgan, Quentin Tarantino (su rol reside aquí en la inclusión de fragmentos de audio de sus filmes “Pulp Fiction”, de 1994, y “Perros de la calle”, de 1992)
Sello: Capitol Records
Letra
"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
"Any of you fucking pricks move
And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!
"Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob a bank
We got Steve outside, carrying a full pack
Now everything's cool and everthing's smooth
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"Baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what)
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
He said it's time to blow, ya know, so out the door we go
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive, off we drive
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
Steve was driving 'cause I had to talk to my man about something
"Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up
You can torture me all you want"
"Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one"
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
And I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate
Ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up straight
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah
They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
They gave chase, but my man Steve's an ace
And we lost those brothers with haste
We casted off and along we went
Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented
"Sonny, I need you cool
"Are you cool?"
"I am cool"
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
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Pursuit Of Happiness (2009)
Artista: Kid Cudi (Estados Unidos)
Artista invitado: MGMT (Estados Unidos), Ratatat (Estados Unidos)
Álbum: Man on the Moon: The End of Day
Año: 2009
Género: Hip-hop alternativo, Neopsicodelia
Compositores: Evan Peter Mast, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Michael Paul Stroud
Dirección del vídeo: Brody Baker
Sellos: GOOD Music, Universal Motown Records
Letra
Crush a bit, little bit
Roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling right
Two AM, summer night, I don't care
Hand on the wheel
Driving drunk I'm doing my thang
Rolling in the midwest side now
Living my life, getting our dreams
People told me slow my roll
I'm screaming out fuck that
I'm a do just what I want
Looking ahead no turning back
If I fall if I die
Know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die
Know I lived and missed some bullets
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
Tell me what you know about dreamin' (dreamin')
You ain't really know bout nothin' (nothin')
Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night
5 A-M cold sweats, waking up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams (dreams)
Tell me what you know about night terrors nothin'
You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow,
Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold (hey)
I'll be fine once I get it, get it in, I'll be good
Pursuit of happiness
Yeah, I'm a get it, I'll be, good
Ugh
Oh man
Oh alright
Oh, room is spinning, room is spinning
Pat, Zule, where, oh fuck
Oh my God
Why did I drink so much and smoke so much oh
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