Yeah I'm officially going in bro And refusing to come out Unless I'm bloody Let's go [Verse 1] I'd like to think I pride myself for being humble And these other mother fuckers lose touch like a fumble 'Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too Without getting a diploma The games and saying over Or at least until my name's in the same lane's as bud's You're gonna have to respect me for being uncool, cool Ha, with no capri's or sandals Ray Bans, skin paints, or flannels So insecure I'm tugging at my tee shirt 'Cause I swear the girl behind me is staring at my love handles I just want a chance to channel or to lead them Where the fuck is Adam Sandier when you need him I'm Christopher Walken On my paper cut shit again Thank God for walkmans And I got to 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 So now I never felt so alone In a room full of people So I'ma sit on this stoop Then I'm gonna lace up my boots And keep on walking till I make my way home [Verse 2] Could 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 conversation's boring I mean I'm practically snoring 'Cause I don't think I can take it Everybody here's extra hip like replacements That's probably why I ain't saying shit Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted 'Cause I'd rather be sedated Than conversate about who's speakers are more outrageous Or who's outfit's the latest I think I'll go joint two on you, greatest [Chorus] [Bridge] Ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls I advise you all To the Papercut Chronicles Two It don't get much better [Chorus]