I'm officially going in
And refusing to come out
Unless I'm bloody
Let's go I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble
And let these other motherf**ers lose touch like a fumble
'Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too
But I came to promote the game till they saying uncle
At least till my name's in the same lane as ?
You gonna have to respect me for making being uncool cool
With no capris and sandals, ray bans, skinny pants and flannels
So insecure I'm tugging at my t-shirt
'Cause I swear the girl behind me staring at my love handles
I just wanna change the channel or delete them
Where the f** is Adam Sandler when you need him?
Or Christopher Walken
On my papercut sh** again, thank god for walkmans
And I gotta thank God often
'Cause otherwise I'd be like these other guys This type of scene just ain't my thing
And everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'mma seat on this stoop
Then I'mma lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home Can someone tell me how I got here in the first place
'Cause honestly in my opinion this the worst place
I mean I even said hello to a few girls
I feel like Brad Pitt stuck in cool world
'Cause everything so foreign
And all the conversation is boring
I mean I'm practically snoring
Could somebody please show me the door man
'Cause I don't think that I can take it
Everybody here is desperate hit like Replacements
That's probably why I ain't sayin' sh**
Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted
'Cause I'd rather be sedated
Than conversate about whose sneakers are more outrageous
Or whose outfit's the latest
I think I'll blow jokes on you, greatest This type of scene just ain't my thing
And everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'mma seat on this stoop
Then I'mma lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
I'd advise you all
To the Papercut Chronicles 2
It don't get much better This type of scene just ain't my thing
And everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'mma seat on this stoop
Then I'mma lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home