I'm officially going in bro. And refusin' to come out. Unless I'm bloody. Let's go. 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. But I came to pummel the game til it's sayin' encore. At least till my name's in the same lane as Buzz. You gonna have to respect me for making "being uncool" cool. With no capris and 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. Or 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 now I'mma seat on this stoop. And I'mma 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 desperate 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'll blow jokes 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 now I'mma seat on this stoop. And I'mma 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. 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 now I'mma seat on this stoop. And I'mma gonna lace up my boots. And keep on walking till I make my way home