Letra da Música Martyrial Girl$ de Gym Class Heroes

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