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ghostemane – mercury: retrograde (remix) (chopped & screwed) كلمات اغاني

[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 he_rs_
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: ho99o9]
i don’t know the devil, i don’t know your god
i just swore to god, lеave me an image of a god
it’s thе first [?] but a p_ssy is b_st_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 sp_ce
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 p_ssies, 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
[bridge: 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 (h_ll 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 d_mn” (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—
[bridge: 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

- ghostemane

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