Good Mourning

GOOD MOURNING
[Verse 1]
They forgot me in the Mountains
A young Viking was sprouting
But he had those panda eyes
Too cute and cuddly to be spouting
Lyrics like a fountain
Or some bars that are complex
So then I drop the demo
Everyone live in apartments
Soul of a sinner
Born most likely to lose
That’s why the label me this way
And wonder why I abuse
Not interested in helping hands
I guess that moment has passed
Now I’m asleep in they class
Cause my answers was crass
Education all corrupt
Instead of raising my hand
They raising me to keep my head down
And be one with the sands
So grab a shovel and pall
Pale in comparison whales
Wailing boy you ain’t wale
Cause your oil is shale
Go awol and sail
Leave this world and chose another
Better stumble mumble mutter
Than be sucking on they udders
Already killed my brother
Told my mother she fat
Glued my sister to the TV
What type of life is that
Bone chilling
It’s what’s keeps me with the living
Rest in peace to all the Potters, Longbottoms, and Mckinons
Peer pressure never give in
Filling feelings unforgiving with lemon
But yo whatever, we living

[Hook]
Pure imagination
Yet I’m writing these songs
All my Viking know the drill
We ain’t just playing along
Pack a fist
Raise a wrist
Rewrite all the bad history
Dude we got a future
Don’t know why it’s a mystery x2

[Verse 2]
Born of Prophecy
Forgotten on Properties
Till saw me properly
Under lights bringing profits see
Young Wild and Reckless
Ten Panda Necklace
Male Version of Daria
With a Jeremy Lin Fetish
Pause
Blow like the Rockets
When I’m Manning the Cockpit
Couldn’t pay me a ton to slow my broncos
And stop it
No I’m not sick
No probably just very ill
Something of the soul
You could say a Mac Miller feel
These thoughts from a Balcony
Have taken up falconry
And control the flight patterns
Of self doubt and pageantry but
Panda king
I need Jarittos and a turkey sub
An open mic pub
Korean anime dubbed
My love
Simple man
Thin pockets
And a brain poetic
Energy Kinetic
No potential
I already said it
Run for my city
I'm the mayor
Leif Erick
Thor said
Son of a Viking
And i didn't forget it

[Hook]
Pure imagination
Yet I’m writing these songs
All my Viking know the drill
We ain’t just playing along
Pack a fist
Raise a wrist
Rewrite all the bad history
Dude we got a future
Don’t know why it’s a mystery x2

[Verse 3]
Saw bars on my block
Then dropped bars on my block
Never thought makeshift bars
Would scar faces so hot
We said rest in the sky
We said live effervescently
Then use the same thing to cope
With pain that’s arresting see
Never touched the drink
I just ate and ate and ate
Slit both of my wrists
And just ate and ate and ate
Couldn’t connect the right way
So I just ate and ate and ate
Till it was late and late and late
And she stayed and stayed and stayed
Till I amassed an estate
Of rhyme books for my deliverance
Pain I was delivering
Was Pizza Hut and Dino Crew
Riding on the submarine
Sandwich I was eating
My mother subway treating
40 hours on her feet
Amassing funds
To be elitist
Cause ever since the fetus
Born to work till we had features
Resemble the sausage pizzas
Close the boxes I got blistas
Still we rapping nice to meet ya
Ha
Outta breath
Everything I got left
Is
Just