Songtext von 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 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 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 beating 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 'bout to pass and I know I'm not (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 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, 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