[Hook] I dont give a fuck, I just speak my mind They came here as your fans, leave as mine So I dont give a fuck bout your drama when it pop I am chillin with an INcomma to the top The shows over, the team is tryina roll doja Give everyone the cold shoulder that dont know us Im sipping tequila and pop, whispering deviant thoughts Existence is evil, were not risking belief in a god Now theyre twisting the herb and Im drunk That pungent weed while theyre 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 were acting fucking weird I dont know how the rest do We might manage to give half a fuck, like FU Once we get loose, we test booze Were too old to get played, like your PS2 Were grown, with one life. Spend it right cos the way that were drinking, it might end tonight Now... [Hook] [Bridge] Comma to the top, comma to the top Im chillin with an INcomma to the top Comma to the top, comma to the top Im chillin with an INcomma to the top The shows ended. Were wilin on the cold benches Out in front the venue did I mention were codependent? Well fuck it, Ive got the coldest friendships. Never alone, Im tempted To let em know, but Im too gone to make a flowing sentence Where we going next? Back to someones home, get bent And vent about the stench of death that seeps until our clothings scented Well blast a track to irritate the neighbors when they hear the bass Or turn it up so loud well make their fucking 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 fucking squares Im an angry mother bear and yall are campers running scared Im feeling numb now, too many head trips Emotions for the weak, but Im 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 shitll probably kill me, but til then, bartender, fill me up til it hits me like a billy club Until the cilia in our nasal passage is gone Until Im reduced to hacking coughing, until were packed in coffins Were blazing shows and ripping a track Lying to the fans and kissing their ass Dont 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 pass away, you can take my caricature and have it framed And just parrot back the tracks I laid Until then, Im annoying as fuck Defiant asshole, came poised for the blood Sitting back after, drinking poison in cups I mean, the worlds tryina kill us we should join in the fun Right? [Hook] [Bridge] I dont give a fuck bout your drama when it pop I am chillin with an INcomma to the top I dont give a fuck bout a rhymer and their shots I am chillin with an INcomma to the top I dont give a fuck bout Obama and the cops I am chillin with an INcomma to the top I dont give a fuck bout a llama and an ox Fuck your livestock. Im chillin with a comma to the top
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