Name: Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (Speed Up) by Amy in x system
Duration: 2 min 58 s
Description: Song On Spotify https://open.spotify.com/track/5btIzkLOF1ZoVwErjK6IMz?si=1f95a5a041264261

Мне нечего сказать, волшебная песня моего детства

Yes an old song or I will not go back to those Yes an old song or I will not go back to those days sorry ❤️😊

x system

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All the Things She Said (Hardstyle)

i know you want me baby i think i want you too

for someone :)

Eminem - Superman (sped up/bass boosted)

la la la-naughty boy [speed]

Haven't found it on soundcloud so I upload it for you so you can enjoy this masterpiece <3.

Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You 『speed Up』

𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 - 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 (𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥)

Song On Spotify https://open.spotify.com/track/5btIzkLOF1ZoVwErjK6IMz?si=1f95a5a041264261

Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (Speed Up)

"King of Almost" is a song about loving someone who is emotionally stunted and ruled by fear. It directly addresses a partner who is the "king of almost"—a person so governed by childhood ghosts and anxiety that they sabotage real connection. The lyrics describe how this person chooses the safety of their own fears over the risk of love, building walls instead of a shared future. It's a lament for a relationship that failed not from a lack of love, but from one person's profound inability to grow up and choose courage over comfort.

Lyrics 

I brought the timber for the house, the blueprint was so clear
You brought a childhood full of ghosts, and a conspiratorial fear
Of every floorboard settling, of every empty room
You saw a threat in permanence, and love impending doom
We’d touch the threshold of a truth, your smile would then retreat
Back to the safe and barren land of a heartbeat scared to beat...

‘Cause you’re the King of Almost, ruler of "not quite"
Your crown’s a thousand "what ifs", woven tight in the night
Your throne is in the basement, where the shadows make the rules
And the only thing you truly loved was the tools you used to build your walls
Yeah, you’re the King of Almost—and I was your almost queen
In a kingdom of potential, where the fear was evergreen...

Your courage was a weathervane, spinning in the breeze
A change of mind for every shift you’d feel beneath the trees
You’d whisper futures in the dark, then disavow them by the dawn
A prisoner to the boy you were, before your heart was drawn
And I, the fool who kept the maps, who pointed to the sun
While you dug moats around your feelings, ‘til the battle was all won...

‘Cause you’re the King of Almost, ruler of "not quite"
Your crown’s a thousand "what ifs", woven tight in the night
Your throne is in the basement, where the shadows make the rules
And the only thing you truly loved was the tools you used to build your walls
Yeah, you’re the King of Almost—and I was your almost queen
In a kingdom of potential, where the fear was evergreen...
(Where the fear was... everything...)

And the tragedy’s not that you didn’t love me.
It’s that you loved your fear more.
It was more real to you.
More solid.
More true.
Than my hands ever could be...
(Your oldest friend... your fear...)

So rule your almost kingdom...
With its almost throne...
I’m leaving your province of never-grown...
The bridge is burned, but you were just... watching from the shore...

You were always just... watching...
From the shore...

King Of Almost (Radio Edit)

Cake By The Ocean

Poker face

Speak for Yourself

Headlock

Sexy back

I’m a sucker for pain, every time I hear your name
Even when there’s no gain, I still fall like rain
On my knees I’m your slave, myself I cannot save
The outside looking in, too far to see I can’t win
And yet I still torture myself, still die by the sword
Accepting the pain; I guess by my own accord
Chain me up in your emotions; work me with your potions
Make me a dummy, too dead to smell the coffee
Too numb to feel fully, too blind to see clearly
I poured my feelings knowing it could turn south
I gave you my trust and you wrecked it like Ralph
Whenever I thought we was cool you then opened your mouth

This one cuts deeper, I so miss your accent	
I know you had intent and I know you love to torment
You had me twisted, begging, and performing tricks
Wrapped around your finger with your evil tactics
Set fire to me and start again like a phoenix
I need to do something else to get my kicks
But I no longer need that pill or need that fix
There’s too many girls and there’s too many rejections
We still get our hopes up with crushed emotions
They say there’s plenty of fish but my hooks always miss
I catch little ones I’ve never caught a decent fish
I still hope one day the desire for pain will just cease

Sucker For Pain

Tatu : All The Things She Said

Not my song but I really like Stromae's music so here you go.

Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (Speed Up)

Amy

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