โหลดเพลง mp3 Martyrial Girl$ - Gym Class Heroes

Martyrial Girl$ - Gym Class Heroes
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 boy
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 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'm 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 so foreign

And all the conversation is 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 hit like replacements

That's probably why I ain't sayin'

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
And everybody too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So now I'm seat on this stoop
And I'm gonna lace on my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home

Ladies and gentlemen

Boys and girls

I'd advise you all

To the papercut chronicles

It don't get much better

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'm seat on this stoop
And I'm gonna lace on my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home