Weston Gates Stream of Consciousness

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[Hook 1: Weston Gates]

Awake…in my stream of consciousness
When I finally pass out I dream of consciousness
Take a swig…from my stream of consciousness
I pour a little down my throat, then I choke

[Verse 1]

Askin’ questions at the Westin, „God who is Weston?
What kind of future do you want me to invest in?”
The future’s bright but the present’s lookin’ dull to me
A fine line between adult and adultery

Visions of dancing sugar plums and pornos
I hear my hormones; another whore moans
This horny hornet’s nest of test scores and escorts
Makes me wonder what I’m under stress and overdressed for

I travel Memory Lane with Amory Blaine
We play a game, its name is „Blame Or Be Blamed”
'Cuz stigmas stick no matter which nickname you try to pick
And I was born Rich, guess that means I’ll die a Dick

Fox News, they inform of my gun views
I was conservative, now I’m confused
Strugglin’ luggin’ luggage on the train while the plane boards
Tryin’ to remember what I hate LeBron James for

[Hook 2]

Awake…in my stream of consciousness
When I finally pass out I dream of consciousness
Take a swim…down my stream of consciousness
I drift behind a little boat, then I float

[Verse 2]

I’m by myself smokin’ Winstons up on Church Hill
Starin’ at the parish and the perished as the hearse fills
I see the parents and I wonder if it hurts still
The first will makes the purses spill

So please cremate everything I create
Clean slate, free me from this free state, please rate
Me based upon my father and my background and alma mater
There ain’t a girl alive that I’d be proud to call my daughter

I’m spitting thoughtlessness off of this esophagus
I’m coughin and I’m comin down with Nasty Nas Nauseousness
Am I poetic or prophetic or pathetic?
Get a medic or a diuretic 'fore I die a diabetic

I’m low on credit but high on Reddit, forgettin’
Gettin’ sick from breathin’ the air of Wikipedia
I’d have to have a hazmat plus a gasmask
To keep myself protected from these Snapchats and hashtags

[Hook 3]

Awake…in my stream of consciousness
When I finally pass on I dream of consciousness
Take a swim…up my stream of consciousness
I try to stay afloat, then I choke

[Verse 3]

I’m cornered by the coroner, the ending of the corridor
Explorin’ forty floors but I can’t find a window or a door
I’ll probably tour the morgue long before I’m forty-four
I’m outta words, I go on Amazon to order more

I’m head over heels, I’m headed for divorce
She’s my soulmate, nah she’s just the whore du jour
So waiter please clear my plate, lemme hear my fate
I hope I’m average but I fear I’m great

Lord Yeezus get me humble, let me crumble
Starin’ in the mirror at my stubble then I stumbled
Afraid to alter, I swayed and faltered
Fallin’ to my knees at the alter

My crucifix turns into a noose, I try to loosen it
Now it’s such a nuisance, shit how? I know it used to fit
I sit 'n pray that God’s hearin’ everything I say-
But the only one listenin’ is the NSA