Kemp - Good Mourning lyrics

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 pa**ed Now I'm asleep in they cla** Cause my answers was cra** 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 s**ing on they udders Already k**ed 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 co*kpit 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 ama**ed 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 Ama**ing 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