Firm Grip Lyrics

I'm just a troll (taking shots)

I'm talking subliminals

I wrote your songs (With You)

So just get rid of 'em

It's my birthday in six days (and I'm glad)

I won't be seeing ya

Now I've got a firm grip of where I'm at

I wonder what do you think of your friend?

Do you feel that you have betrayed him?

Do you think that you've let him down?

Well It doesn't really matter now

I know my engine, I know my character

Call yourself brother, in fair weather

When he struggled, they labeled him

He felt manic, they cornered him

Too high on the their own pedestal

Call it Condescension Medical