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 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 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
Tryna keep my wrists closed

You are toxic