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GOOD MOURNING!
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Darkie
Lil Darkie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Hamilton
Joshua Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solsa
Solsa
Producer

Lyrics

Ahh, good mourning Not very sad, how boring Everybody else get to wave up grieving Don't wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing? Pussy, you won't, you won't I don't got time for the threats, you're lying Everything here always end up dying Better get used to it if you gon' be anything at all Fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel I become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh Married to trouble, I'm getting hairy, the stubble growing I'm scary, the rubble cover the rocks Uptight, unwilling to change Fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it Wait, I'ma think on it (Forever's a long time) That's an idea for the wrong mind If I go cry out my eyes over my sibling Wish I had never lit Mary with kindling Never had a doubt until everything dwindling Have you jumped off a building? I have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad? I don't got another opportunity Immunity from death, I feel puny than the rest I feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress Do or die, do or die, you're alive Pussy, you won't, you won't Do or die, do or die, you're alive Oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out Control yo' self, you ain't fit to flip out Anger problems, I trip Bitch, I once knew a Crip That dyke and I bought some acid Nice and high, to my surprise She was awry and non-passive She said, "I got no time for life" then swipe a knife I'm the one being attacked and Pupil grow, iris blacken What to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell Get out my life, start your packing, uh Like fucking a big bitch, get backing up I'm stackin' and nickel diming the bag, came up You are the art work, get tatted up Embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug Yuh, face the facts now, I face the pack down I raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow A son of a gun, I'm gonna be not done I'ma go and run for the fun of it 'til we got no sun, uh I'm an anemone way I'm hugging an enemy No, you won't see the end of me I ain't hear what you said to me All the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede I ain't run, you offending me or annoying me mentally That's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic I fight, I might bite, sight right the light smite shite The white engulf, grip tight the sulfur Height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh Good mourning Birds chirp, the world turn while burning Birds chirp, the world turn while burning Birds chirp, the world turn while burning Do or die, do or die, you're alive Pussy, you won't, you won't Do or die, do or die, you're alive Pussy, you won't, you won't
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