[Introduction]
Swoope. Another one, my man. Good Mourning
Yeah Iām tryna show the Body Art
Yeah, yeah, Iām tryna show the body art
[Verse 1]
Down goes the sun and itās getting dark
And up comes the moon, so we see the stars
Beautiful if you ask me, and if you donāt
Iām still laying it all on my front lawn
Yeah I look at my phone clock, then I yawn
Yeah I should be asleep, but Iām wide awake
If I was in my dreams, Iād fly away
Yeah Iāll grow me some wings and a giant cape
Deuces to Houston, Iām in outer space
Why every hot rapper a not astro?
Backwards, side bar, my fault, Iām back to imagery
Yo wake up homie, canāt live in a dream
But thatās easy for you to tell us, Swoope
āCause 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 aināt good news
Gospel with apostle, this and that
Hostile, yāall donāt love me Iām sick of that
Nah yāall just want my money, give it back
The Bibleās just some manmade chicken scratch
This how I feel, Iām sick of the hurt
And if this is the church, give me some Nyquil
Iāll sip it at first, then Iām like whatever
Take it to the head and goodnight forever
Iām 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 didnāt
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 theyāve been outdone
And how come my fiancƩ eyes say
And she donāt wanna leave without some
And we donāt wanna live without one being restored
From weed addicts to dream addicts thatās doubt strung
Thereās a reality that you cannot outrun
So Iām seeking the Lord to take my hands
And teach them to war
At the hospice where Calvin had to preach to the courts
Singing āFlamingoā, while he on that lean though
Iām singing āIsle of Youā for all of the people
But when I leave though, youāre one of the evil
If I could peep through the peep-hole
And be a fly on the wall, watching them breathe slow
Iām praying that he calls, the only name that we know
Jesus
[Hook 2]
I donāt know if anybody hears me
I donāt know if youāre really up there
Is anybody up there? God, if youāre there
Are you listening to my cry?
Itās 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 Iām chillinā like I was in ā99 in the Kroger break room
Flirting with them dimes even though it aināt true love
I love the attention, stay tuned
Itās 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 donāt know better so they blame you
But Iām so scared, like what will they do?
Worshipping my worries like my worries made you
I know better, thereās more better blues
Today weāre singing to break through
Itās a good day to cry, everybody with your hands in the sky
Keep them glasses held high
Yeah we gonā fill āem 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 ācause 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 devilās 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
Donāt wait ātil tomorrow for good mourning
Aye, donāt wait ātil tomorrow for good mourning
Come one, itās a good day to cry
Yeah the Lord is nigh
To those with a broken heart
Yeah, and we can laugh some other time