[Intro] 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 motherfuckers 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 fuck 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
[Chorus] 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
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
[Chorus] 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
Ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls I'd advise you all To the papercut chronicles ii It don't get much better
[Chorus] 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 homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
