Gripp - Comma to the Top [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I don't give a fuck, I just speak my mind
They came here as your fans, leave as mine
So I don't give a fuck '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 fucking weird
I don't know how the rest do
We might manage to give half a fuck, 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 fuck 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 death that seeps until our clothing's scented
We'll blast a track to irritate the neighbors when they hear the bass
Or turn it up so loud we'll 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
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 shit'll 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 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 ass
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 pass away, you can take my caricature and have it framed
And just parrot back the tracks I laid
Until then, I'm annoying as fuck
Defiant asshole, came poised for the blood
Sitting back after, drinking poison in cups
I mean, the world's tryin'a kill us; we should join in the fun
Right?

[Hook]
[Bridge]

I don't give a fuck 'bout your drama when it pop
I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top
I don't give a fuck 'bout a rhymer and their shots
I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top
I don't give a fuck 'bout Obama and the cops
I am chillin' with an I-N-comma to the top
I don't give a fuck 'bout a llama and an ox
Fuck your livestock. I'm chillin' with a comma to the top