Christon Gray - Good Mourning lyrics

[Introduction] Swoope. Another one, my man. Good Mourning Yeah I'm tryna show the Body Art Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna show the body art [Verse 1] Down goes the sun and it's getting dark And up comes the moon, so we see the stars Beautiful if you ask me, and if you don't I'm still laying it all on my front lawn Yeah I look at my phone clock, then I yawn Yeah I should be asleep, but I'm wide awake If I was in my dreams, I'd fly away Yeah I'll grow me some wings and a giant cape Deuces to Houston, I'm in outer space Why every hot rapper a not astro? Backwards, side bar, my fault, I'm back to imagery Yo wake up homie, can't live in a dream But that's easy for you to tell us, Swoope ‘Cause you Heaven bound and my hell is loose Paparazzi preachers tryna sell us proof They living a lie, tryna tell the truth Pinocchios with they wood shoes Long nose, all shows, this ain't good news Gospel with apostle, this and that Hostile, y'all don't love me I'm sick of that Nah y'all just want my money, give it back The Bible's just some manmade chicken scratch This how I feel, I'm sick of the hurt And if this is the church, give me some Nyquil I'll sip it at first, then I'm like whatever Take it to the head and goodnight forever I'm gone. Goodnight forever. Bottoms up [Hook] I say good mourning, we can laugh some other time It's a good day to cry, the Lord is nigh To those with a broken heart [Verse 2] The Song of the Afflictedg Ayo my girl went home I came along for the visit In-laws singing the Song of the Afflicted I heard cries, saw laughs, but a few of them didn't And on that note, I was excused from the kitchen To the living room, I need a different tune Humming heart hymns, praying that they get it soon I had fun viewing vintage albums But no fun viewing the outcome Sweet hearts with some bitter souls they've been outdone And how come my fiancé eyes say And she don't wanna leave without some And we don't wanna live without one being restored From weed addicts to dream addicts that's doubt strung There's a reality that you cannot outrun So I'm seeking the Lord to take my hands And teach them to war At the hospice where Calvin had to preach to the courts Singing “Flamingo”, while he on that lean though I'm singing “Isle of You” for all of the people But when I leave though, you're one of the evil If I could peep through the peep-hole And be a fly on the wall, watching them breathe slow I'm praying that he calls, the only name that we know Jesus [Hook 2] I don't know if anybody hears me I don't know if you're really up there Is anybody up there? God, if you're there Are you listening to my cry? It's a good day to cry I say good mourning, we can laugh some other time A good day to cry, the Lord is nigh To those with a broken heart, we can laugh some other time [Verse 3] All night you was staring at me As I slept without a care, careless indeed Shoulda been up, chin up, to you asking where I should be Or having prayer on my knees, wear and tear on my jeans Instead I'm chillin' like I was in '99 in the Kroger break room Flirting with them dimes even though it ain't true love I love the attention, stay tuned It's all about the Chris Gray Show debut Where elevated dreams singing elevator blues On some me and you, your momma and your cousin too A dying world around me in plain view And they don't know better so they blame you But I'm so scared, like what will they do? Worshipping my worries like my worries made you I know better, there's more better blues Today we're singing to break through It's a good day to cry, everybody with your hands in the sky Keep them gla**es held high Yeah we gon' fill ‘em up with tears From the prayers of the righteous, no cheers Uh uh, too much wickedness for laughter At a time like this where she drinking ‘cause she has to Sex slaves, and the Christians be the master Baiters, debate is tripping up the pastors Sheep tryna shepherd, just rebels without a cause Oh Father, the devil's become a god For so many, good grief And my heart is broken, this is good grief Yes, sorrow that leads to the cross It's the song for the lost ones Don't wait ‘til tomorrow for good mourning Aye, don't wait ‘til tomorrow for good mourning Come one, it's a good day to cry Yeah the Lord is nigh To those with a broken heart Yeah, and we can laugh some other time