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Written By: Matthew Reid March 28, 2013
Recorded at: The "Spot" (March 2013)
Verse 1
Man blonde girls, blowing up my line nothing on they mind/ take a chill, take a pill, and spit another rhyme.
The ex-wife, yeah she's on another team/ does it mean she like's water and not the flavor of skeet.
I'm not her cup of tea, so she go and leaves her seat/ still don't text now come on everybody sing.
My brothers really far though, man fuck Well's Fargo/ they took my brest friend and that makes it hard to follow.
I'm stuck in the hollow so come on and just follow/ kill myself tonight no guaranteed tomorrow.
This fucking CDL, make me go to hell, hard to tell/ hard to yell, hard she fell, ring the damn bell.
My mind state, my mind chase, so open up your eye brain/ my ideas and nightmares they bring my bright tears.
Fuck, what the hell should i do?/ don't get confused this Matthew Reid nigga 22.
CHORUS
Now everything just has changed/ i still want that life, man i still miss the wife.
This the perils of lust, man i should just give up.
VERSE 2
I wanna hang with friends, who are only full of sins/ the stereotypical life fucking let me in.
I love my father yet i still like to bother/ to ask for a ride so what if i am Bi?
Still at this job that I'm fucking blow up/ kill all the fags, choke managers with a bag.
This life is a drag depression makes me sad/ I'm talented i sing, i beat and also rap.
I'm sounding unusual complaining bout my stalemate/ she's jail bate, i still rape, we fucking to my mix-tape.
I'm changing Houston music, but no one understands/ nore do they care all they do is fucking stare.
What's up with your hair? what's up with your face/ man how you ride my dick but you still be amazed.
The black sheep of my family i live in my room/ close the door you'll get an album that afternoon.
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The Reasons Why
03:42
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Written By: Matthew Reid July 8, 2013
Recorded at: The TH (July 2013)
VERSE 1
Ima real cool cat, a laid back cat/ if i was over weight i'd be a maybach cat but uh.
Through my travels, i still gotta battle/ man all of the b.s. her peaches are my apple.
"You've got a new album it was strictly for the hoes/ It'll help us go gold make our label not fold".
But if it goes gold that means I'll lose my soul/ no longer will be brash, whiplash with the cash.
Man i gotta stay true, my people need the truth/ with everything they do, they never keep a clue.
Brauds lose their shoes as they fucking get the news/ that Matthew just died suicide after two.
I stay innovated I'm always introspective/ but fuck all of that my nigga back to the message.
The reason why you sweating, the reason why you stressin/ the reason why you frettin, cause you faggots over stepping,
Your territory, man your bursting your bubble/ your talking to me and people think that we're a couple.
Screw all your questions and expectations/ can't deal with the drama I need a vacation.
I'm still ejaculating with no masturbating/ you love "Don't Text" that's why we're debating.
VERSE 2
"Mr. Reid what do you say to your fans"?/ man fuck all my fans nigga be your own man.
You think that it's a scam then that scam is probably ran/ by the same fucking man who got his hand up in the sand.
He builds his own Castle the shit's not Crystal/ go see Flo Rida he can make your single whistle.
I don't want the fame but I'll take the acclaim/ we're all fucking wired and we play the same game.
That game's beyond lame everybody flocks to it/ your raps are real dope man those hoes are real fluid.
Nigga I'm not stupid, your ass wants something/ man stop with the bullshit man stop all the fronting.
Man stop all your cussing, and stop all your running/ just sit down and say your ass needs money.
These god damn tours only turnout is some whore's/ who's only sucking dick man they suck it through the door.
Man they suck it through the floor man that floor is 44/ "Dysfunctional Adulation" bitch loves "Amor".
Yet we still adore and yet we still praise/ you always say faggot yet we question if your gay.
What do you mean if I'm gay do you hear what i say?/ those rhymes are fucking bangers man they're like an AK.
But that AK ain't straight more likely man it's strained/ fuck my damn label everybody know's it's name.
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Mental Stability
04:28
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Written By: Matthew Reid April 1, 2013
VERSE 1
The girl that i like, she's got a new man/ he drives a minivan and he's got his own klan.
They like Odd Future, they think that I'm a loser/ cause in my head I'm dope and I know that I am cooler.
The fag likes my music and comes to my show/ passes me some blow and he says that I am dope.
Man already know I don't need your comfirmation/ but i keep my mouth shut cause my girl is celebrating.
There's no mistaking, there's brauds on my jock/ but they all fucking suck fucking fake from the top.
You like Taylor Swift? no way can he spit/ You like "Thrift Shop" and you wanna slit your wrist?
There's controdiction everywhere niggas so fake/ but this girl isn't you can see it in her face.
Cut her boyfriend with a rake and then explain my case/ for why I'm fucking doper and there's no mistake.
CHORUS
Man i know that I'm dope, does it mean things will change.
Man what if i get famous, does it mean things will change?
VERSE 2
So we went to the spot on my back man she hopped/ i spit her some rhymes the panties soon dropped.
Her fucking boyfriend calls throw the phone up in the sand/ she says fuck em and then proceeds to take my hand.
We 're walking and talking then suddenly we stop/ before you know my dream bubble had suddenly just popped.
She says you know we can't end up this way/ no need for complication, we need to stay straight.
VERSE 3
What? this is what I'm about/ the one i get high with and blast Beach House.
She critiques my music and the details/ that's my number one fan let the world understand.
The life get's a little bland always there for a convo/ sitting on the couch in the fucking Houston condo.
She say's no her emotions still show/ she''s trembling my hand, damn that hits home.
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Dark Room; White Walls
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Empathy
06:45
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When I'm Dead
04:25
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Trippy, Slippy
03:38
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Amor
02:42
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Lazy, Spells
05:21
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Vibes
04:21
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Your Happy, Right?
06:02
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Summer Mood, Part II
04:50
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Matthew Reid Houston, Texas
Matthew Reid is from Houston, Texas.
His influences include: Kanye West, Eminem, Biggie, Outkast, Jay-Z, Common, ATCQ, Lauryn Hill, Kendrick Lamar, Nas & Drake
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