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 f*ck about a thing, yuh

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
n*gga blinging, see me shining liked I iced out my glow
Leave no witness if you did it, n*gga, light up that show
Music business full of b*tches, 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 f*ck about a diss, 'cause I don't
Make a weak n*gga 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 pus*y is bast*rd
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 f*ck about a clique, ayy) (Ha, ha, yeah, ha, ask me) (Weh di bloodclaat do yuh? Siddung, siddung)
(Ask me if I give a f*ck 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 (f*ck)
I'm still pushing, I'll tear you apart (Yeah)
Ain't no pressure, I been on the job (f*ck)
f*ck the mention, I'll slaughter, then block (Yeah)
All these pussies, they talk sh*t, act sh*t, rap sh*t
They want us to stick to the bads
Just take yourself already, b*tch (Ayy)
My arrogance is caused by intelligence (Ayy)
I cannot f*ck you no harder
Call me your daddy, your father, yeah
Conserving gain fastest
I'll f*ck your pace and then come to the surgical duck down (Eurgh)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck this sh*t already (Ooh)
Thinking 'bout the paper like an addict (f*ck)
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
f*ck, f*ck
[Interlude: Juicy J]
Juicy J
Shut the f*ck up (Yuh, uh)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
I need the money counted
Told them count money by hand (Money by hand)
n*ggas be hating on the low
But in real life, these n*ggas fans (These n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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)
n*gga 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, n*gga, I don't give a f—
[Chorus: Ghostemane]
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f— (I just decided that I)

[Verse 6: Ghostemane]
Really don't give a f*ck about a diss or a clique and the fame
Really only give a f*ck 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 b*tch'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