Stressed Out

In the same boat, with the same hole

But I stay afloat 'cause I pray mo'

Would it be rude if I asked you

Are you really who you are or are you that dude

Who am I talking back to

It's hard to relax when I keep thinking 'bout the past

And how the world stops everytime I'm looking at you

I know you're looking back too

But if I'm wrong, there's some other shit I should get back to

Livin' like there isn't shit to do but do 'cause

If it wasn't true, I wouldn't want to know the truth

But I try not to think about it