Martyrial Girl$ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, haha
I'm officially going in, bruh
And refusin' to come out, haha
Unless I'm bloody
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble
And let these other motherf*ckers lose touch like a fumble
'Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too (Yeah)
But I came to promote the game 'til they sayin' "uncle" (Uh-huh)
At least 'til my name's in the same lane as Buzz
You gon' have to respect me for making being uncool cool, uh-huh
With no capris and sandals (Yeah), 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*ck is Adam Sandler when you need him? (Ahah)
Or Christopher Walken
On my Papercut sh*t 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
Everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'ma seat on this stoop
Then I'm gon' lace up my boots
And keep on walkin' 'til I make my way home
[Verse 2]
Loud, 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 (Hm-hm)
'Cause everything's so foreign
And all the conversations boring
I mean, I'm practically snoring
Could somebody please show me the door, man? (Hah)
'Cause I don't think that I can take it (Yeah)
Everybody here is desperate-hip like Replacements
That's probably why I ain't sayin' sh*t
Oh, what the hell? I might as well get wasted (Oh)
'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, joke's on you, greatest

[Chorus]
This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'ma seat on this stoop
Then I'm gon' lace up my boots
And keep on walkin' 'til I make my way home
[Interlude]
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls, I invite you all
To the Papercut Chronicles II, haha
It don't get much better
Yeah

[Chorus]
This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'ma seat on this stoop
Then I'm gon' lace up my boots
And keep on walkin' 'til I make my way home