Written By: Matthew Reid June 10, 2017 Produced By: Gum$ Recorded at: 360 Recording Studios (July 2017) Verse 1 Man I've got soul up in my DNA/ tobacco blunts man that be the way, we just broke up but still see the face. Yup, it's another whack day/ the Matthew sight it's another black day. Shit, and it's all about the glory/ just getting signed as I just turned 40. Yup, so you did your thing/ played this game and still slept with me. That shit was good and it was real deadly/ but the fake that you snake makes it real shitty. There's no need for a front/ just saw C. Little he said these People Suk. I'm a deceitful of Biggie, coming through your city/ man i'm fresh out the jail and they don't wanna see you winning. Hook Yeah, and that's how it goes/ the brand new joint and then you hit the flow. Yeah, and that's how it goes/ fresh out the store like you stole the clothes. Yeah, and that's how it goes/ the Matthew Reid and then you get the flow. And then you get the flow, yeah, yeah. Now, roll, now roll, now roll. Now roll, now roll, now roll. Verse 2 Now come with me as we hit this ride/ i don't even know why the fuck we try. I'm a mutha fucking nigga who's about to die/ you can see her face she's about to cry. Then you come through with the conscious line/ that just blows up the people and they run and hide. With a running high, and a running five/ with a running guy and a running type. With a running lie and a running pie/ that you ate in here with your running eyes. Damn, you can smell that boy fear/ itching from the switch that controls the tears. I hate this fucking job man i expect less/ man the Continental Club had my hand up the dress. Yeah, im the lonely stoner/ everyone sinks but I'm the floater, Discovery Green we broke up i still phone her/ your at the art show you make out with the boner. Yeah, but i can't be mad/ asked about my mom and i guess the answers yeah. I will come through get shot and get laughed/ at the sign of the end so you see me get last. Man your such a hipster and she's a wannabe/ but your sad she's not on your family tree.

Written By: Matthew Reid February 15, 2017 Produced By: kooliedscope VERSE 1 Disappointment yup it starts with a D/ that's who I be Matthew Reid a mother loving fiend. So you drop the fucking ball and your allies always scream/ you're the oldest of them all and your the one who's meant to lead. The younger one's tough and he's picking up the mantle/ re-lighting the candle and theres nothing he can't handle. The realty sucks and you try to run away/ but it comes back when they gotta call you that day. You want some more time it's not fair so you pray/ but the answer you get back makes us all give up hope. I like to rap a lot but my chance will never happen/ I wish we had the road where the critics stand up clapping. A singer- songwriter her and I we should happen/ but I also have a curse so of course it doesn't happen. Kill all the dragons and then break the curse/ man it wont matter they already payed for the hurst. VERSE 2 Can he fix his problems? we hate anxiety/ we hate that we have to take a pill everyday. I wanna wake up and not embarrass myself/ jump out the car as I cut my seatbelt. When we're off the meds we'll hang out with friends/ talk so damn nuch it'll make their head spin. But when we're on the meds we're the saddest person ever/ wanna fucking die someone pulling life's lever. You see? So what is the point?/ just hang himself but still smoke the joint? Is it set in stone nigga always fucking stoned/ always smoking up a storm so you're never alone. There was a dark cloud since the day you were born/ it always likes to rain so my life is forlorn. And if this is the end I enjoyed it my friend/ make sure to sign off I made sure to leave a pen.

Written By: Matthew Reid Sep. 18, 2016; Oct. 9, 2016 Produced By: Organized Noise, Outkast Recorded: Oct. 2016 (360 Recording Studios Houston, TX) Engineer: Jessica Garcia Contains portions of: "ATLiens" by Outkast; "Around The World" by Attilio Mineo; "So Tired" by The Chamber Brothers VERSE 1 Yeah, yeah. My name is Matthew Reid, and I'm a Houston MC. And I'm also a loser I said I'm also a loser And this be the anthem I'm just a talk black handsome with huge hispter frames A tall mutha fucka who be rapping on your stage I'm tall as hell, but still a damn loser i choose her but somehow i feel like i will lose her My life is going two ways caught up in two careers My life is the car that the devil wanna steal Plus I've got new black suits fresh cut up in the meetings be cracking the wip having nightmares when I'm sleeping. And then there''s my music I want this shit so bad I want this shit so bad man i would take a fucking stab. And then the worse of all of this man I'm losing her soft grab I just wanna go back that black dress up on the grass. The twenty life man here's whats fucking sad Man the end is almost here and I'm still just fucking sad All of us have a pass and these people man they just stamp em And I'm a fucking loser my nigga man here's the anthem HOOK Now, throw your hands in the aiya-re and wave em like you just don't caya-re And if you're still an Outkast been kicked up out your class grab your beer and let me hear you say hellya-re Now, throw your hands in the aiya-re and wave em like you just don't caya-re And if you kinda miss her know you'd still kiss her grab your beer and let me hear you say hellya-re VERSE 2 When i was growing up I always had the worst of luck my surroundings was nice but the school was really tough The early 2000's had the Digimon outfit suburbia bubble seeing drugs don't know about it When middle school came had these braces on my face got challenged about my race the fat snacks man everyday My French Horn is cool quarterback the football team then the dream it fucking snaps then its back to reality Man high school and high tunes busting all the Hyrules listening to Kanye I want my album on iTunes Man it was a weird time but i still rip the rhyme a mutha fucking loser that shit it still applies VERSE 3 I need to fucking make it i wish that me and her was chilling just fucking naked. My conscious is a levy this water life will break it and Taylor's fucking off and I don't know how to fucking shake it The amount of blunts I'm smoking I'm staring to turn Jamaican with her red hair a sun dress on a vacation But the dream it fucking stops its like ending your masturbation man 'm still a fucking loser who's slaving but still just prayin

Written By: Matthew Reid December 31, 2016 Produced By: Blanck Mass Recorded At: 360 Recording Studios (February 2017) Verse 1 Okay, swimming through the traffic it's the life i gotta have it/ I can see it in my face but my hand won't let me grab it. You killed it last night murdered the stage Warehouse/ exposed the art so the people really care now. I think I'm getting there man i can feel i can steal it/ bring it back man to a lab in a bag where i conceal it. I've got a new plug, you know man that's what's up/ I'll get the grouphug that comes with GroupLove. I walked past the spot where we kissed and we hugged/ it may not equal much but i think you equal stuff. This 26 life holy fuck I'm giving up/ with a brand new contract that i hate and tearing up. Watch we dance like Ackerman man I'm the new age hero/ who saves all the people but still is a zero. Before your fucking show you smoke a blunt with your evil/ and then you come through with big moves like Max Keeble. I'm the leader of my cause you can see it in my flaws/ and then you get scratched with realities claws. I hate doing concerts I'm really fucking shy/ I'm not that fucking guy and I hate the spotlight. But when you put in on me then i guess i gotta shine/ then we come through with the companies ties. Plus I'm also fucking high don't bring up the time/ when we were laying on the blanket with the movie seen my eyes. I've got one year left, to do this fucking thing/ and I'm married to the game but we don't sport no wedding ring. My feet are always sinking now the sand is in my ear/ I can't fucking walk and my visions not clear. Hanging from a chandelier see you grab another beer/ the end is really near and that's why you really fear. HOOK We said we hate this year, we had a good year/ the history stuff and then the death tear. Here comes another year but there isn't much time/ and i still look around but I never seem to find. Rewind. VERSE 2 Let's hit the rewind it's the last year grind/ the death is to come but I'll act real surprised. This year was really tight man I went to many shows/ I did too many shows and i did a lotta hoes. Man i suppose, it wasn't guaranteed/ the box is over there but i still don't have my key. Man she was so clean, did you see her shiny teeth?/ and the way she grabbed my arm and my hand it was grand. Then wham! ayo we won't talk again/ but i liked it so much that i would start up again. My life is the ink that is flowing out the pen/ and i try to go and stop cause school is prevelant again. Oh man, my imaginary friend/ I wanna hang out but they'll kill him when he wins.

Written By: Matthew Reid February 28, 2017 Produced By: ATCQ Recorded at: 360 Recording Studios (February 2017) VERSE 1 So here I come through as I lay out the problem/ god I miss Obama it's the problems I can't solve em. I'm tired of this shit i'm stuck in my head/ as the face turns red I can't wait until I'm dead. The rain is pouring down and you sneaking in your bed/ or your Trump in the beast as you practice for the feds. Just leave me alone why these people like my poems/ why they wanna get a snipe and shoot away my dome. Look out below, has it ran up/ 5 years ago you thought you had to give up. Thought the income and the fun thought that you was living up/ but the sand ran out so you gotta get out. It's Monday night your downtown with your friends/ head to the Rockets game try smoke before begin. At a certain point your conscience falls asleep/ do you wanna leave and try to run the other team. I love my iPhone and I'll miss some certain things/ but I no longer fly because my job broke my wing. I'm suave and funny like my name is Chandler Bing/ and i'd give anything for Harden to win a ring. The dreams to win a Grammy but I'm too far to the left/ I hate everyone and everyone has a bet. To see which way that Matthew ends up the day/ drowning in the water that just suffocates the face. The art is too black, and the voice is really white/ plus the girlfriends also white as you made her your wife. Ive got my surfboard and we're riding the tide/ they'res "Hood Politics" but we'll still be "Alright"

Written By: Matthew Reid April 25, 2017 Produced By: NBbeats Recorded at: 360 Recording Studios (May 2017) VERSE 1 Now let me tell you about this life full of depression food bites/ and the medicine is better when you know you feeling right. Yeah you heard "Damn" and you second guess your plan/ but the product and 'niquness makes you still pursue the plan. So we intercourse and I'm wondering some things/ does a text message constitute as a wedding ring. So you're Monica and I'll be your Chandler Bing/ and the life is really good as you watching "Parenthood" My whole life has gone by as I'm sitting in the drive-by/ my conscious has the gun man he just shoots and gives us high-fives. Harden mentality so i guess this chance is my time/ but I'm overwhelmed like im sitting down in Slime Time HOOK Blowing some different things, seeing these punks rings/ there's 4 years left and you missed some wedding things. And you rolling down this road, yet you almost home/ it's all in your hand but you still just left alone. It's the still/ the mutha fucking still. And you're still alone/ and your handling suville. For real VERSE 2 Okay now cut off ripped shorts and some random black tee/ plus the actions of Ms. Jackson have us on the same team. The mid twenty crisis has us smoking till the highest/ man you wanna go out but the wallet missed the prices. Try to comb the hair so you try to look the nicest/ a different attitude so i guess this time I'll try it. We could have it all it's on sale and you can buy it/ where you Facebook like it and Yelp and have you typin. My inner conscience has me telling you these certain things/ my age is 56 so you understand the joke. Hey i met someone did the sand run out?/ well i have plenty more it's in the bottom of my house. Man kicking in this gravel, it's this life i wanna travel/ I'm fighting with myself and thats my only real battle. I wanna let go but i see you in shadow/ stroking the beard man that's a sexual tackle.

Written By: Matthew Reid October 3, 2016 Recorded at: 360 Recording Studios (October 2016) Chorus I lost my key to the box/ everybody sing if you know you feel lost. I lost my key to the box/ man i'm sorry i text i just really wanna chill. VERSE 1 Ms. Mary my intentions was good, man i wish i could/ become the type of man that you want and you know you should have. I remember when we kissed i wanted to call my dad/ but now we're not together forever it makes him sad. Ayo, i just want to get to know you/ what's your favorite color introduce you to my brother. The potential that we have we some ill Houston lovers/ who laugh at dumb trends and then tickle under the covers. Finger locks and then Discovery Green walks/ i wish you weren't so busy so we could sit down and talk. The way you make me feels put my emotion in a box/ i wanna share it all but i lost that key to that box. VERSE 2 You see, it's really, really hard/ I tried to go and stop but i feel like I'm too far. Still on our oak tree man im praying and i'm hoping/ that god would bless me with the chance to be eloping. BRIDGE that's extremely far fetched/ but this is what i mean VERSE 3 Okay, so here was my plan/ you wip out your schedule and try to understand. You pen in some Matthew, it makes your day better/ my life's an open letter can't send right through the shredder. Man you're the awesome and dopeness i hope that you just know this/ it makes my day righteous i accomplish and can focus. It's not bogus and I know that it's a lot/ and i wanna share it all but i lost my key to the box.