Karaoké Mercury: Retrograde Ghostemane

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 huh

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 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 disownin' 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 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 it for this one

I'm findin' the silver linin' and I'm minin' 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 'till I resurrect

I 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 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