Ask me if I give a f ck about a clique

Ask me if I give a f ck about a diss

Ask me if I give a f ck about fame

Recently I just don't

give a f ck about a thing

Ask me if I give a f ck about a diss

Ask me if I give a f ck about a clique

Ask me if I give a f ck about fame

Recently I just don't

give a f ck about a thing

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

Trying to keep my wrists closed

You are to ic

My blood your lips

You are to ic

My blood your lips

I'm about to pass and I

know I'm not (No I'm not)

Not comin back till 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 f ck about a diss

Ask me if I give a f ck about a clique

Ask me if I give a f ck about fame

Recently I just don't

give a f ck about a thing

Ask me if I give a f ck about a diss

Ask me if I give a f ck about a clique

Ask me if I give a f ck about fame

Recently I just don't

give a f ck about a thing