CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mercury: Retrograde
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*ck about a thing, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
Ayy, 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 11 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 (Know I'm not)
Not comin' back 'til 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 f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
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*ck about a thing, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
Ayy, 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 11 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 (Know I'm not)
Not comin' back 'til 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 f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a diss, ayy
Ask me if I give a f*ck about a clique, yuh
Ask me if I give a f*ck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a f*ck about a thing, yuh
