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 motherfuckers 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 fuck is Adam Sandler when you need him? (Ahah) 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 [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' shit 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