Mercury: Retrograde Remix by Ghostemane 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: Ho99o9]
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 [?] 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
[Bridge: 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—
[Bridge: 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
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: Ho99o9]
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 [?] 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
[Bridge: 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—
[Bridge: 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