[Verse 1] ...Her names Melody and her selfish hell is what envelops me in sweltering heat and melts me but She helps me... though we seldom speak, from what she's telling me I fell beneath what she had felt for me But she’s calling Matisse, teasing and taunting, a freak Breathing oxygen, weak, demons haunting my sleep Believe...that she is all that I need I can be calm and be free within these songs that I speak, through her [Chorus] I recommend a 1-night stand I know we’re just friends, but you’re my kind of man Just for tonight [Verse 2] She's a 2-faced bitch who you ain't safe with Dude you could make mint with the money we’ve spent And the time we invested, our lives' peace ends When we try to keep on clinging to the wife leech, listen ...Get this: it isn't my profession She's more like my obsession I regret I ever let in But forget it...I'm hopeless floating off in her set list I’m open to repentance, hoping notes and meds’ll mend this Love/hate relationship, I love her but I hate the bitch Patience is the game and I'm insanely bent on making hits I'm telling me to hell with me but Melody’s a make or miss Hey there ain't no shame in this, I'm saying shit in painful licks Cuz she keeps calling and keeps hanging up, wut And she keeps stalling and keeps faking stuck, mud Now I'm p'd off and my beats had enough, fuck I'm bout to leave up outta here and leave this slut dumped [Verse 3] I'm painting pictures with my lyricism, Melody’s my model I Got my own Mona Lisa smiling in what I wrote But I know, that she's about to pop another bottle With another fucking star while I'm walking home in sorrow This one night stand is a moonwalk away From a tongue tied man and a true walk of shame She's my Melody, Melody, I’ve melted to a shell of me Hollow as I wallow in this sorrow, music, hell, and peace

[Verse 1] In your head you run this gig from beginning to end But it’s never finished, this thing isn’t beginning to end Every lyric is intimately written and meant To mimic ill malignant wisdom when you spit to offend Because you’ve got it bottled up but you’re not about to give up You’ve fallen down but you’ve gotta get up and prosper like hallelujah …You’ve got it tough cuz reality sucks And every motherfucker’s gunning for that audio love But you don’t got one HIT, even though you’re pumpING Every last nugget of your gumption into someTHING you love, DIG -ging deep within your lungs for that one THING that must STICK Something’s gotta give, or this run’s been for noTHING Fuck this…like you’ll lose a little leverage But Underground music’s not a lucrative profession Get it? Oh you want your tunes to be respected? Well money makes a movement, and there’s few who’ll cut a check, kid [Chorus] Rock out I…can’t…keep on rhyming alone, but I rock out I…can’t…leave it, I am at home when I rock out I…can’t…feel the high without hope, so I rock out I’m buried underground, but I’m never gonna let it go, I love this sound when I Rock out [Verse 2] …Today it’s not the rap that makes the rapper It’s the backers who are willing to break their backs for their master An actor, dapper, just back from the haberdasher Clad in fashion seen as laughable by practical bastards So bless the entertainers, some are lesser some are greater But they’re buried in the Underground under layers of graves’ dirt …They’re all the same, hurt in pain by the way it works Everybody’s tryna make a name for that paper But ain’t too many make it up… and fewer stay above So saying that you made it’s sounding crazy like you made it up …Your face can take a punch and haters they ain’t phasing much You came in like you’re made for this game, and you stay in playing rough But it ain’t enough, just bumping all your honesty It’s obviously not gonna be enough to make a profit seen It’s all a scheme, it’s not enough just to follow dreams You’ve gotta pay the gods before you’re rocking out for all to see [Verse 3] Rock out Even though you’re not big Even though your pockets are not thick with guap, you can rock hits Rock out Even though you’re doing this for therapy It’s stereo inherent, if it’s clear to you it’s clear to me Rock out

[Verse 1] Yo, eyo I got a lot up in this noggin that is not okay thought after thought is all I've got, and I rap it all away I'm tryna rock it, passing nonsense off as commonplace But when my song is played, an awesome passion dominates Ominous rawness off in darkness deep in shamans voodoo Y’all don't buy this Sauce, you're cheap and salty like you're Ramen noodles So I’m gonna chew through every cocky sheep who's rhyming doodoo But timing is crucial, sayonara, say goodbye, adieu to Me, Matisse, I'm about to leave this scene a quitter See me being bitter, keep believing I was scheming bigger And dreaming pictures up of feelings that I piece together Weakened and withered is my speech but I’m a lethal spitter [Bridge] I say I have no down time But when I rap I’m like “about time!” Because I’m happy when I spout rhymes Matisse in Matthew is a loud mind [Chorus] Hey now every time I try to take a moment going slow I tend to throw it all away and favor "no" But do I waste it? Nahhh I gotta take it as I go so as I play it, savor moments Cuz I know I’ll never blow But I gotta stay creative Yeah I gotta stay creative Yeah I gotta stay creative Cuz I gotta stay creative or I’m bound to go insane So I gotta stay creative [Verse 2] The trouble with coming up from out the underground is something bout How every time we cut a sound we shove it down the publics mouths And they ain't bout to stop and listen to us fuck around They bump their plastic rappers, they ain't hungry for another sound Music marks a level head, but ain’t no body want my meds What do I call a career that never started? Cuz it’s hardly “dead” I remain creative, keep my brain away from starving debt Rap is both a passion and distraction from my martyred mess So love it or leave it, debunk or believe it Breathe in the frequencies sung, let ‘em seep in Creep in and be with you, underneath your sleek skin And leech it out or keep it in, I’m one with heathen scenes’ kin [Verse 3] Every single song I write is awesome to a troglodyte But really where my lofty sight is set is bossing all your hype I’m often locked inside this coffin offing all the lights And coughing up sick comments like I’m vomiting my bark and bite Foam at my mouth, I’m alone in my house “WORD?” Those I’m around, yeah they know I’m about WORK Focused and loud, honing vocals in foul VERSE Open my mouth, not outspoken but now HEARD I fake stasis, late my brain races I’m pacing, I stay creative, blame hatred Sedated, complacent angst remains patient I’m pained as I paint this rage away, face it I can’t quit