Heathens / Stressed Out (Mashup)

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