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well$ - 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 p-ss poor, do two things
make a n-gga wanna grind or his mood change
make you jealous, thoughts to your cerebellum
make you wanna rob a n-gga new chain
cuz moms can’t afoord all that sh-t
most nights it was bread and some grits
looking back i still cherish that sh-t
cuz all of that sh-t made me cherish my fists
westside, got love where a n-gga stay
jumpin’ out of the ??? if any n-ggas got problems
is probably where my problem lay
she just wonder if i wanna p-ss my grade
but them moves from last night had me up too late
d-mn, not a lot of n-ggas chasin’ degrees
but i know h-lla n-ggas 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”

[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-ggas can barely aim, so
when you walk around keep your brim low
and watch what you say
iteo has been known to k!ll lames
reppin’ this sh-t ’til they find me a grave
this is no game
look in a year how my life can just change
sh-t is insane, but
i bet you know that it’s real sh-t
comin’ from a n-gga tryna make a living
off of beats and how he k!ll sh-t, n-gga

[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-tch
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-ck 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-ggas 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-gga
i want it all, i already thought i told n-ggas
if it ain’t about us, it’s hard to converse with ya
different discussions ’bout functions not in your budget
this sh-t got me sick but a part of a n-gga love it
and hen alec got his cover, we figured we started somethin’
we went from checkin’ my email to n-ggas 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-ggas ate but you brag about your meal, sh-t
i done made so many promises and burned so many bridges
that comin’ up short ain’t even in the picture my n-gga
you will never know how i feel
it’s only me and two others that got me my f-ckin’ 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-gggas 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-gga be pinchin’
these blogs won’t give me a hit
so i sing “f-ck what they pitchin’, i’ma stay me
tryna make livin’, pray a n-gga 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-ggas is trained to go
thuggin’ in these streets, mamas prayin’ that they make it home
cuz none of them n-ggas trained to grow
they all got pictures and i’m the n-gga to paint it though
screamin’ “life a b-tch”, 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-t
but i mean like sometimes like
when a n-gga need answers
and all he come up with is more questions
like, sh-t get hectic
sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do right?
sh-t, 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

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