Martyrial girls

[Intro]
I'm officially going in
And refusing to come out
Unless I'm bloody
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble
And let these other motherfuc*** 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 shit again,thank god for walkmans
And I gotta thank God often
Cause otherwise I'd be like these other guys [Hook]
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 now I'mma seat on this stoop
And I'mma gonna lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home

[Verse 2]
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
Cause 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' shit
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

[Hook]
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 now I'mma seat on this stoop
And I'mma gonna lace on my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home

[Outro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
I'd advise you all
To the papercut chronicles ii
It don't get much better

[Hook]
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 now I'mma seat on this stoop
And I'mma gonna lace on my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home