Songtext
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ay
Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh
Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, hey
Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh
Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ay
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, ay
I just decided by the grace of the God Poseidon
That you 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 11 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 beatin' I better get
Back to the black hole Sun, leavin' my gun
I don't need to fold this for no one
Findin' the silver lining and I'm minin' for hope
Tryin' to keep my wrists closed
You are toxic
My blood, your lips
You are toxic
My blood, your lips
Onward I pass and I know I'm not (No I'm not)
Not comin' back 'til I resurrect (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, ay
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, yeah
Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, ay
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, yeah
Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yeah
