Austin Celaya - GastonTwo09nine / Dreams of An Insomniac lyrics

[Part 1: GastonTwo09nine] [Hook] Mama in the kitchen Gotta do the dishes I'm tryna put her in the woods I'm sick of how we livin' Whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good Gotta whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good [Verse 1 - Well$] Growin' up piss poor, do two things Make a n***a wanna grind or his mood change Make you jealous, thoughts to your cerebellum Make you wanna rob a n***a new chain Cuz Moms can't afoord all that sh** Most nights it was bread and some grits Looking back I still cherish that sh** Cuz all of that sh** made me cherish my fists Westside, got love where a n***a stay Jumpin' out of the ??? if any n***as got problems Is probably where my problem lay She just wonder if I wanna pa** my grade But them moves from last night had me up too late Damn, not a lot of n***as chasin' degrees But I know hella n***as that be movin' them keys And the keys to car I was holdin' Five in the tank and we rollin', goin', zonin' Hopin' that we made the ??? with potent Them is my homies Wonder if they ride if they knew it was stolen It was my cousin He was in jail when I said that I loved him I was in a cell, contemplatin' these sales All of these albums to drop, all of these stories to tell Like, "yeah it gotta happen some day" [Hook] Mama in the kitchen Gotta do the dishes I'm tryna put her in the woods I'm sick of how we livin' Whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good (I got to) Gotta whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good [Verse 2 - Well$] Tenth grade, with a tent fade Hot boys, chop cars for them new J's Get popped in the box ??? One time for the city and the homies you with Cuz home is where you duck when you see black tint Them hollows ain't got names And n***as can barely aim, so When you walk around keep your brim low And watch what you say ITEO has been known to k** lames Reppin' this sh** 'til they find me a grave This is no game Look in a year how my life can just change sh** is insane, but I bet you know that it's real sh** Comin' from a n***a tryna make a living Off of beats and how he k** sh**, n***a [Hook] Mama in the kitchen Gotta do the dishes I'm tryna put her in the woods I'm sick of how we livin' Whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good (I got to) Gotta whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good (I got to) Mama in the kitchen Gotta do the dishes I'm tryna put her in the woods I'm sick of how we livin' Whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good (I got to) Gotta whip it real good Whip it, whip it real good (I got to) [Bridge - Johnny Polygon] Where Where do we go from here? It's so unclear Where do we go from here? It's so unclear Lost Lost in a whirlwind Everyone's no one Until you're someone Lost Lost in a whirlwind Everyone's no one Until you're someone [Verse 3 - Johnny Polygon] It's like everywhere I go people know me Pretending that we homies Knowing that we ain't, great If I gotta fake it to make it Then I don't want to make it It may be a mistake, okay I was on A Tribe Called Quest, I guess With my hands played close to my chest If I got a queen or a king, I'll be doing my thing Cuz life is a game called chess not checkers ??? Just applying more and more pressure Anything to do just to test us, yeah Microphone two, mic checker, b**h Guess I'm on a roll Life is better when you on the road Tell the hoe at the show I don't love her I'm like "f** the world, no rubber!" [Part 2: Dreams of An Insomniac] [Verse 1] It's that pressure, but I'm solid like them steel pipes Still screamin' that real until these n***as crush my windpipe Paintin' a perfect picture how I'm tired of being broke I need that bread, I need that bread, I'm just tired of using this hope, n***a I want it all, I already thought I told n***as If it ain't about us, it's hard to converse with ya Different discussions 'bout functions not in your budget This sh** got me sick but a part of a n***a love it And hen Alec got his cover, we figured we started somethin' We went from checkin' my email to n***as checkin' they luggage And my carry-on I just lost my cousin but I carry on Cuz I told him I be a don, no Perignon So, can you tell me how I feel? Ain't none of my n***as ate but you brag about your meal, sh** I done made so many promises and burned so many bridges That comin' up short ain't even in the picture my n***a You will never know how I feel It's only me and two others that got me my f**in' deal Immaculate Taste, they tell me "When you blow boy, don't forget me" Well what if I don't, will you forgive me? It's sickening, made me thought of my n**gas missin' in action So I practice and keep it pimpin' Lack is not my description When all you do is dream but it seem That every n***a be pinchin' These blogs won't give me a hit So I sing "f** what they pitchin', I'ma stay me Tryna make livin', pray a n***a never play me" Nothing's been the same if we're talkin' bout as of lately Cuz all I see is dope is hope Comin' from a hood where all my n***as is trained to go Thuggin' in these streets, mamas prayin' that they make it home Cuz none of them n***as trained to grow They all got pictures and I'm the n***a to paint it though Screamin' "Life a b**h", and I'm like "Ain't it though?" [Interlude] And I mean, I ain't even really wanna, you know Put y'all in that position to hear that sh** But I mean like sometimes like When a n***a need answers And all he come up with is more questions Like, sh** get hectic Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do right? sh**, I do [Verse 2] I promise my brothers I never fold I cultivated my art and then I learned to paint my soul Piece by piece, until I found me, in these sheets Of paper I used to write up in my room every week Now, I got dreams of bein' on stage, Pop Why you still want me to stay, Pop? I gotta go and get it on my own Cuz when I do, they recite my songs They recite my songs And it's hard not to feel alone