Ghostemane - Mercury

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ayy

Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh

Recently I just dont give a fuck about a thing, yuh



Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ayy

Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yuh

Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh

Recently I just dont give a fuck about a thing, yuh



Ayy, I just decided by the grace of the god Poseidon

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

Im sick and disowning, all the moments, and the key components

That led me to follow hollow promises from empty monads

Its 11 degrees and I can see my breath so I know Im breathing

But I got no pulse, I swear to Thelema my heart aint beating

I better get back to the black hole sun

Leaving my gun, I dont need it for this one

Im finding the silver lining and Im mining for hope

Tryna keep my wrists closed



You are toxic

My blood, your lips

You are toxic

My blood, your lips

[Pre-Chorus]

Im about to pass and I know Im not (Know Im not)

Not comin back til I resurrect (I resurrect)

Scatter me so I dont ever come back

I was alone and I never wanna go back