I'm officially going in bro

And refusin' 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 pummel the game til it's sayin' encore

At least till my name's in the same lane as Buzz

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 'em

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'll be like these other guys

This type of scene just ain't my thing

Everybody's 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's so foreign

And all the conversations 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 hip 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

Everybody's 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

Ladies and gentlemen

Boys and girls

I invite you all to the Papercut Chronicles II

It don't get much better

This type of scene just ain't my thing

Everybody's 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