Yeah, ha ha I'm officially going in bro And refusin' to come out Ha ha, unless I'm bloody Let's go I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble Man 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 until my name's in the same lane as buzz You gonna have to respect me for making "being uncool" cool You know, Caprice the 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 A 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 I'm a seat on this stool And I'm 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 extra 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 blow, joke's 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 I'm a seat on this stool And I'm 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 Yeah 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 I'm a seat on this stool And I'm gonna lace up my boots And keep on walking till I make my way home
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