Gripp - Comma to the Top lyrics

[Hook] I don't give a f**, I just speak my mind They came here as your fans, leave as mine So I don't give a f** 'bout your drama when it pop I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top The show's over, the team is tryin'a roll doja Give everyone the cold shoulder that don't know us I'm sipping tequila and pop, whispering deviant thoughts Existence is evil, we're not risking belief in a god Now they're twisting the herb and I'm drunk That pungent weed while they're burning it up You can smell it in the hallway Even through the towel pressed up against the doorframe Quez is up in here; Haze is up in here Art Amok is up in here; we're acting f**ing weird I don't know how the rest do We might manage to give half a f**, like F-U Once we get loose, we test booze We're too old to get played, like your PS2 We're grown, with one life. Spend it right 'cos the way that we're drinking, it might end tonight Now... [Hook] [Bridge] Comma to the top, comma to the top I'm chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top Comma to the top, comma to the top I'm chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top The show's ended. We're wilin on the cold benches Out in front the venue; did I mention we're codependent? Well f** it, I've got the coldest friendships. Never alone, I'm tempted To let 'em know, but I'm too gone to make a flowing sentence Where we going next? Back to someone's home, get bent And vent about the stench of d**h that seeps until our clothing's scented We'll blast a track to irritate the neighbors when they hear the ba** Or turn it up so loud we'll make their f**ing mirrors shake Jack is up in here; Shane Hall is up in here All these other rappers phony, plastic, Tupperware Step to my team. I double dare you f**ing squares I'm an angry mother bear and y'all are campers running scared I'm feeling numb now, too many head trips Emotion's for the weak, but I'm truly decrepit I take it as a point of pride I mean, already got the spins, might as well enjoy the ride [Hook] [Bridge] In the back of my mind I know this sh**'ll probably k** me, but 'til then, bartender, fill me up 'til it hits me like a billy club Until the cilia in our nasal pa**age is gone Until I'm reduced to hacking coughing, until we're packed in coffins We're blazing shows and ripping a track Lying to the fans and kissing their a** Don't trip. I keep my friends from getting attached So how could you know me from twenty minutes of rap? You treat my music like an affidavit. I have to say that I laugh at that. Every day I practice faking and masquerading When I pa** away, you can take my caricature and have it framed And just parrot back the tracks I laid Until then, I'm annoying as f** Defiant a**hole, came poised for the blood Sitting back after, drinking poison in cups I mean, the world's tryin'a k** us; we should join in the fun Right? [Hook] [Bridge] I don't give a f** 'bout your drama when it pop I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top I don't give a f** 'bout a rhymer and their shots I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top I don't give a f** 'bout Obama and the cops I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top I don't give a f** 'bout a llama and an ox f** your livestock. I'm chillin' with a comma to the top