[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