Gym Cla** Heroes - Martyrial Girls lyrics

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