Ghostmane 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 don't 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 don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh (ayy)

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 eleven 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 tryna 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 (I know I'm not)

Not comin' back 'til I resurrect (I resurrect)

Scatter me so I don't ever come back

I was alone and I never wanna go back (ayy)

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 don't 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 don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh