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by Va$htie LYRICS I'm officially going in and refusing 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 promote the game till they saying uncle 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 them 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'd be like these other guys This type of scene just ain't my thing And everybody 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 Cause 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 Ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls I invite you all To The Papercut Chronicles II It don't get much better