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

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

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

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