Martyrial Girls lyrics

I'm officially going in girl
And refusin to come out
Unless I'm bloody
Let's go

I'd like to think I pride myself in being humble
And these other mother-ckers lose touch like a fumble
Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too
But I came to plum on the game until they say uncle
At least until my name is in the same lane as buzz
You gonna have to respect me for making being I'm cool cool
With no capris and sandals ray bans skinny pants or flannles
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 em

I'm Christopher Walken on my paper cuts
Shit again thank god for walkmens
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 to cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In the room full of people
So now I'ma sit on this stoop
Then I'ma gonna lace on my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home
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Can someone tell me how I got here the first place
'Cause honestly in my opinion this the worst place
I mean I keep sayin hello to a few girls
I feel like brad pitt stuck in cool world
'Cause everything so foreign
And all the conversation is 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 extra hip like replacements
That's why probably I ain't say shit
Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted
'Cause I'd rather be sedated
Than conversate about whos sneakers are more outrageous
Or who's outfit's the latest
Think I blow jokes on you GREATEST

Chorus:
This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody to cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In the room full of people
So now I'ma sit on this stoop
Then I'ma gon 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 paper cut chronicles two
You know it don't get much better
YEAH
[Chorus:]
This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody to cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In the room full of people
So now I'ma sit on this stoop
Then I'ma gonna lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home