Testo Good mouring! Lil Darkie

Good mouring!

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