Mercury: Retrograde (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostemane] Ask me if I give a fu— Ask me if I give a fu— Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh [Verse 1: Issa Gold] Nigga blinging, see me shining liked I iced out my glow Leave no witness if you did it, nigga, light up that show Music business full of bitches, that's why I stay alone Hitting switches like I'm different, blowing "Ooh" with that flow Me and Ghoste was in black suits, smoking out a Hearse We them legends out the cracks who came up out of the dirt Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, 'cause I don't Make a weak nigga run like Rich the Kid from Uzi Vert, ho [Verse 2: theOGM & Eaddy] I don't know the Devil, I don't know your god I just swore to God, leave me an image of a god It's the first to the feeling but a pussy is bastard Ghoste to the god moving, bullying all your masters Switchblade under the tongue now Mistakes under my god I smell dead corpse, thought you could run, boy? Insane, forgive our son [Bridge: Ghostemane] You are toxic My blood, your lips You are toxic My blood, your lips [Verse 3: Angel Du$t] I ran so far To the edge of the Earth Do the race straight into outer space You can find me with a glass that's magnifying Small thought growing into something terrifying [Bridge: Ghostemane & Scarlxrd] (Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ayy) (Ha, ha, yeah, ha, ask me) (Weh di bloodclaat do yuh? Siddung, siddung) (Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh) (Huh? Die) [Verse 4: Scarlxrd] On the top Digging out how I'm coming and rot With the static, I'm buried, on God (Fuck) I'm still pushing, I'll tear you apart (Yeah) Ain't no pressure, I been on the job (Fuck) Fuck the mention, I'll slaughter, then block (Yeah) All these pussies, they talk shit, act shit, rap shit They want us to stick to the bads Just take yourself already, bitch (Ayy) My arrogance is caused by intelligence (Ayy) I cannot fuck you no harder Call me your daddy, your father, yeah Conserving gain fastest I'll fuck your pace and then come to the surgical duck down (Eurgh) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit already (Ooh) Thinking 'bout the paper like an addict (Fuck) Guess I'm just an addict Fiending for my fix, I gotta have it Throwing couple bands on a Patek No scope damage Once you got the wave, don't pass it (No way) I'm a living legend, don't gas it I'm a new level, don't gas it (Uh?) No, I can't settle, I'm gassin' I'm a living legend, don't gas it Fuck, fuck [Interlude: Juicy J] Juicy J Shut the fuck up (Yuh, uh) [Verse 5: Juicy J] I need the money counted Told them count money by hand (Money by hand) Niggas be hating on the low But in real life, these niggas fans (These niggas fans) Booked every day of the week (Week) Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday (Tuesday) Somebody called up Spike Lee (Spike Lee) Why? My life a movie (Ooh) Both my pockets is stupid (Stupid) Ya' ain't getting paid, you clueless (Clueless) I know she independent (Yeah) But when she with me, she lose it (She lose it) If she with me, she lost (She lost) Most these niggas is soft (Is soft, man) I never beef with the workers (Hell nah) Get me in touch with the boss (Call me) Shooter with me, no talk (No talkin') You catch a bullet like boss (Pow-pow) You catch up with me like, "Oh damn" (Proo-proo) Nigga gon' walk that off (Du-du, du-du-du) All these rappers in their feelings 'cause I'm up (Ayy) Juicy J just like a nun, nigga, I don't give a f— [Chorus: 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 f— (I just decided that I) [Verse 6: Ghostemane] Really don't give a fuck about a diss or a clique and the fame Really only give a fuck if you remember the name When a post-apocalyptic dystopia's taking a hold of of me And double on everything, a legacy will live on and on and— (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I broke the law in Madrid, I broke a nail in Ukraine I broke a bitch's back in Poland, don't remember her name I broke a heart in New Zealand, but really, I didn't mean it I broke a rack selling merch in the states, can't believe it I traded broke for a broken soul and emotion coastin' No talking, the talking is getting me out of this hole I've been digging and digging 'til I decide It's finally time to make this hole I've been digging By going seventy-two inches inside, what else remained alive? Get around this buck 'til I get these signs, saying goodbye Resting my eyes 'til I am no more than food for the flies [Outro: Ghostemane] I think I got it