Martyrial Girls

I'm officially going in girl

And refusin to come out

Unless I'm bloody

Let's go



I'd like to think I pride myself in being humble

And these other mother-ckers lose touch like a fumble

Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too

But I came to plum on the game until they say uncle

At least until my name is in the same lane as buzz

You gonna have to respect me for making being I'm cool cool

With no capris and sandals ray bans skinny pants or flannles

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 em



I'm Christopher Walken on my paper cuts

Shit again thank god for walkmens

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 to cool for school

And yet somehow I never felt so alone

In the room full of people

So now I'ma sit on this stoop

Then I'ma gonna lace on my boots

And keep on walking till I make my way home



Can someone tell me how I got here the first place

'Cause honestly in my opinion this the worst place

I mean I keep sayin 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 extra hip like replacements

That's why probably I ain't say shit

Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted

'Cause I'd rather be sedated

Than conversate about whos sneakers are more outrageous

Or who's outfit's the latest

Think I blow jokes on you GREATEST



Chorus:

This type of scene just ain't my thing

Everybody to cool for school

And yet somehow I never felt so alone

In the room full of people

So now I'ma sit on this stoop

Then I'ma gon 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 paper cut chronicles two

You know it don't get much better

YEAH

[Chorus:]

This type of scene just ain't my thing

Everybody to cool for school

And yet somehow I never felt so alone

In the room full of people

So now I'ma sit on this stoop

Then I'ma gonna lace up my boots

And keep on walking till I make my way home