Ghostemane - Mercury: Retrograde

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ay Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, hey Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ay Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yuh Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, ay I just decided by the grace of the God Poseidon That you so dead to me I dug a hole for you to lie in I'm sick and disownin' all the moments And the key components That led me to follow hollow promises from empty monads It's 11 degrees and I can see my breath so I know I'm breathin' But I got no pulse I swear to Thelema my heart ain't beatin' I better get Back to the black hole Sun, leavin' my gun I don't need to fold this for no one Findin' the silver lining and I'm minin' for hope Tryin' to keep my wrists closed You are toxic My blood, your lips You are toxic My blood, your lips Onward I pass and I know I'm not (No I'm not) Not comin' back 'til I resurrect (Resurrect) Scatter me so I don't ever come back I was alone and I never wanna go back Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ay Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yuh Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yeah Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ay Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yeah Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yeah