Mercury: Retrograde - Ghostemane

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique

Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame

Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing

Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame

Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing

I just decided by the grace of the god Poseidon

That you’re so dead to me I dug a hole for you to lie in

I’m sick and disowning

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 breathing but I got no

pulse I swear to Thelema my heart ain’t beating I better get

Back to the black hole sun

Leaving my gun

I don’t need it for this one I’m

Finding the silver lining and I’m mining for hope

Trying to keep my wrists closed

You are toxic

My blood, your lips

You are toxic

My blood, your lips

I’m about to pass and I know I’m not (No I’m not)

Not comin back till 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

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame

Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing

Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame

Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing