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Testo Mercury: Retrograde
Testo Mercury: Retrograde
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, aye
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, aye
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
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 (No, 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, aye
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, aye
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a fuck about a fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh
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, aye
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
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 (No, 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, aye
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, aye
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a fuck about a fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh
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