Insomniac

“Insomniac” by Cheston featuring Luh Hezzy (Official Audio) “Rockstar Fever” by Cheston. Available Now: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/cheston/rockstar-fever-2 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-979075271/sets/rockstar-fever Lyrics: (Let’s go) (yeah) (yeah) All this s**t I speak off the top This s**t off the chin Stay out the way, don’t give no f**ks Don’t need no friends listen All blue strips stuffed in the bag Yeah that’s the damn mission Might get a brick, stuff it in a bag So I can UPS ship it Stack up the chips so goddamn fast Slide through the whole damn city You won’t catch me going out sad Especially not about these b**ches Smoking the gas, up all night On my insomniac s**t Up for days, it ain’t no rest On my silent s**t And the whole gang got blicks We gone fire that b**ch Put the music all in they face Gotta inspire my clique Park the wraith next to the stash pot And the Z06 And you know everybody At the cash house sitting on chips Leaving brains out on the street For a pu**y tryna diss I hate having to coexist With all these lame a** fish These ma-f**kas foes That’s why I’m sitting in my zone I don’t even wanna talk That’s why I ain’t picking up the phone All that s**t they talking That’s just cap in they soul All these purping, capping n**gas Need they own show I hate n**gas that act rich online But in real life they know they broke We gone have them riches stacked in real life Turnt up on a boat B**ch I’m tryna geek out, tweak out I’m tryna turn up in the morning They say perky kills But I’ll take that trill before the morgue The ecstasy kills but it turns me up When I’m bored The pain killers sitting on the bedside To help when you sore He just a road junky I need that green til I’m filthy I blow that mag til it’s empty I got that dog yeah it’s in me I’ll hunt you down with the semi Too much smoke like a chimney Think s**t sweet, I’ll beat yo a** Like ya stole from me Say they got the heat We got yo neck let me hold something My cup the color purple I be sipping that old woman All y’all n**gas beefing I might turn into a vegan I’ll still clap yo a** broad day And Sprinkle some seasoning It’s haters in this b**ch Just know I’m keeping it tucked in B**ch you want the smoke And now you testing ya luck then I got twin Smith and Wesson’s And they aiming at yo chin (I keep it low, never fold) All this s**t I speak off the top This s**t off the chin Stay out the way, don’t give no f**ks Don’t need no friends listen All blue strips stuffed in the bag Yeah that’s the damn mission Might get a brick, stuff it in a bag So I can UPS ship it Stack up the chips so goddamn fast Slide through the whole damn city You won’t catch me going out sad Especially not about these b**ches Smoking the gas, up all night On my insomniac s**t Up for days, it ain’t no rest On my silent s**t (Chins on the ground) (lay the f**k down) (Yeah, on the guys n**ga) (Come back n**ga) (Roll over the table n**ga) (shotgun) (N**ga everybody nig-)