[Chorus] If I only knew how to make a few Then I would pay my dues and I'd be making music [Verse 1] I’ve spent over a decade tryna do this And I’ve been ruthless and fueled by my true grit But loose lips lose ships in a movement I’ve been clueless, I'm foolish, it's fruitless I'm rotting getting older as the Springs turn to Summers In a purge, unlearning everything, I think I'm getting dumber So is this ignorance some bliss or a bummer? I miss the innocence, amiss, a misnomer Cuz I'm meta, there's no telling what I might find When I get up in get in my head inside my mind My imagination’s medicine in my mind’s eye Yet it's said I'm a wreck, I don't get it, why’m I blind? I'm aware Matt’s vision is impaired, that fiction Isn't there, I'm mad livid as I stare back thinking I been bitter, committed, pitiful, bareback dicking Every snare, clap, and kick in every shared track, spitting [Verse 2] I write about what I know I’m a titan down with the flow And I mighta been sounding dope If I could tighten the rope I'm wrapping around my throat, choke I'm piff and pitiful, pissing away my mental woes Inventing it letter by letter, listen, pay attention folks I'm never better while itching to spit a head of hopes Headed to regret it, I said it I meant it, get it though? I'm a dichotomy, a heavenly sin When compared to a paradox, I'm identical twins With the fairest nefarious fettered fact-told fibs I'm embarrassed to care, but I care an ass load, shit My progress stopping though the Sauce keeps talking On them all, beats knocking through the walls, seems odd But I’ve been honest to god, I'm a bomb and armed, tick tocking In a song, it's impossible, but I'll keep rocking out [Verse 3] I’ve been up in the game for a decade, I'm insane I'm a veteran but never got a credit to my name I ain't in it for the phases of fortune or fame I'm saying I'm out the frame, I ain't forced to decay I said this shit like I know something I'm a pessimist on a low budget I never set out to blow, fuck it So I guess I'll never know nothing

[Verse 1] Every day we're diving into this social media cesspool We never left, we stay connected but regret use Ever tethered but neglecting what we've been through And who we've been through it with, the wretched internet’s fooled Everyone, and anyone who's been anyone Cuz everyone is a better someone when pressing thumbs We're waiting patiently for an event that never comes See we've all said it once but never cut the engines off As I speak you probably see this on your newsfeed I wrote my lyrics on a screen instead of loose leaf Our lucid dream is all illusions so we boost reach But who sees? Ain't nobody never lose sleep [Chorus] Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you [Verse 2] So listen to lame lyrics, the digital age here is The pivotal place apparently winning with fake appearances We take a mirror and make up a made up heretic Aware we can't compare to our faces' opaque comparisons We label lessons to make a better impression We make our messages more impressive with made up headings We take offense to like everything ever, man he petty (mani-pedi) We'd better watch where we step 'fore we get our hands messy Cuz we don't know if it's fake news or real news And we all know it got fake views and we still use it Defending stupid and foolish hooligans, real rude I feel crude in my cruel speech but it's still true Heed my words and believe my verse See you'll defeat the curse if you can leave and learn To put your screen down and be a people person We need to learn that we can be imperfect [Verse 3] Social media owns hope and dreams Folks throw up a meme and then gloat when their post's seen Hoping to go disease, coast to coast and overseas Wholly focusing only on loneliness sold on screens Or so it seems, it's sorta like Roaming nights spent solo on a mobile device, right? We gotta grow with our sight And take our eyes off our phones so we can focus on life, all right?

[Chorus] I'm getting big headed with the migraines I'd better medicate my meditative mindstate I’m never messing with no magic and no mind games I made a method of my madness, my way [Verse 1] you know I'm prone to only focus one emotion and that's disgust going through the motions and I know what’s got me mixed up Talking to myself I tell the truth, but I distrust This sucks, I'm a dichotomy, probe and discuss? I've seen it go, believe but I know So I lean to the hope but I'm real with my goals, ya know? I'm out objectively assessing any holes In my focus and closing up any openings I'm rapping bout my mental over some annoying sampled Entertaining instrumental, say I stay experimental Gotta hand it to my stamina, I made it out my hell hole And I'm making every date a day I wake up saying “hello!” [Verse 2] I wanna land so many hits that y'all get cauliflower ear Just kidding but I'm finna get em all up outta here Cuz I'm all about the flare that you all about to hear Gotta talk about the falling out of all the sound and sear It like a steak, I'm rare, gimme a break, compare Me to a vacant faking waste of space, if you ain't aware No stroke of genius’ll ever take its place without impairing He who carries it, I bear it every day, it's staying there Okay I'll lighten the sauce All right I mighta been typing when I was frightened of thoughts And living life with the light off, like I was lying and lost But now my writings like Vicodin, I am high on the songs, so [Verse 3] I’m tryna take the edge off of this headache But any way I meditate is messy, flaking lead paint My dead state’s heavy sedative is pressing play Cuz every dedicated medicine has went away No weening off it, gone in all in or nothing I’ve fallen off of my rocker but oddly swallowed the “fuck it” So I'm an honorably calm and collected awful curmudgeon Not much has come up, I call it a false alarm when I'm humming a hoax Hi, it's time for me to get on your nerves I meant every word, it's medicine whatever you heard An ancient extraterrestrial, but I'm tethered to earth Regret and a curse, cemented in my head and it hurts

[Chorus] These are my bangers, this is my playlist These are my hits, but bitch I’m not famous This is what I’m talking bout, the mainstream hates this The freaks are all shameless leeches and I’m nameless [Verse 1] Good god I love the Underground, bury me now Carry me out down that scary aisle and marry me, Sound So now we bounce out to the very town where terriers howl At a fair and full moon, they’ve had it being human for now I would dig my own grave if it kept me out the mainstream Cuz I know they would hate me, so why should I safe? See I’m not about that “awesome” debauchery, that’s a lame scene Encouraging these late teens to put their faith in fake dreams And go with the flow, so I’d rather spit this sick shit As in I’m in this music institution as its patient I’m patient, say shit, these rappers lacking patience All hoping to blow, but I hope they know most of em ain’t shit So I stay content with my position in this hospital While I watch all these cocky bullshit artists hit their obstacles Then fall a full flight of stairs down cuz of all their gaudy gold It’s comical, cuz all this time I’m rocking in my Pop Cult [Verse 2] It’s hopeless, nobody shows love to vocals in dope cuts Unless it’s a chrome-studded colloquial faux thug These folks wouldn’t know ruckus if ruckus was known fun These fuckers just flow tons of this rubbish and blow blunts No, I don’t wanna listen bout the bitches you did last night And liquor? Pshh, go figure, I figured you’d get your “cash right” I’m not interested in your triggers or your gat fights Your clapping’s a sack of crap, is that your murder rap? Psych You’re fibbing undercover like you’re Gus and Shawn And I’m a sick motherfucker like I’m ill and fucking your moms I’d like the bricks, all your drugs, so I can have fun with the law You run shit hard on your block? Or are you nothing but fraud? Fucking come on, if I was into shit they played on the radio Hey the labels would pay me the dough to say shit I ain’t even know Lame freaks would play me at home with ladies while baking and stoned But I’d rather play me alone and say that I hate em, ya know? [Verse 3] All my underground artists, where your studios at? I said all my underground artists where your studios at? Are you bootleg and basement when doing your rap? Don’t be ashamed you ain’t “made it,” your music’s intact And you don’t answer to nobody, your flow is your own hobby You’re focused and dope but mostly alone at your own party It’s hardly a party when the majority owns Barbie But knowing that your soul hasn’t been sold to copy boasts art See this is real shit, and a lot of hits are sellout You sell embellished albums to your crowds? Get the hell out Cuz I’m ready to yell now and belt this out as swelled sound You’ll hear it well and loud even though I dwell in the Underground

[Verse 1] Why is my mind high on this pie in the sky wildness? I am a shy hyacinth, fire my psychiatrist, die Wrong or right I'm walking right into a fire pit Pyres annihilating my sight in song cuz I'm a bitching Audible analrapist, I follow fits of common sense Fall in pits of false regret, I'm honest when the drama hits "C’mon bitch!!" I don't wanna bother with the nonsense Y'all finessing fickle false friends in a fraud And if I myself was into it as everyone else Then I'd be anyone else And not my individual self And I don’t like the way it felt, so [Chorus] I’ve proven I'm a looney tune, Sauce needs therapy And you do too dude, cuz Sauce needs therapy And ain't nobody sane like they're saying I'm aware that we're impaired and you can bear it with me Sauce needs therapy [Verse 2] Nobody's all level, were coping and calm, chemicals Focusing all our effort unknowingly on ephemeral moments Nothing goes forever so we're hopeless Set in a false sense of commotion but never knowing shit And I'm the oddity? Y'all a flock of sheep Common, unconscious of conning yourself is all you'll be A carbon copy of commodities is all I see Y'all are all just too enthralled to see it's all a dream Y'all asleep, because normals sorta weird Making weird appear as normal, informal and so it's feared But hear with open ears, foregoing the faux veneers Focus on hope and fear is so phony that no one’s clear, and I've [Verse 3] People are pissed off, and I lick my lips all evil Like I'm this far deep beneath this shit storm freak show That you call "keeping it together doing me, yo" But on the d-low, everybody's seams broke And I ain't stitching or sewing so quit your bitching and moaning And picture nixing emotion to fix the grip that you're holding So amidst the fiction and folding over it's simple Y'all a clique of clinical known freaks Just like me You are just like me Yeah, you’re just like me Am I fucking right? Feeling like I just might be

[Chorus] Uh, hold up, you know I'm drinking soda Roll up to the grocery store to get me some more of Them sweetened cans of sugar rush, piece of heaven? Good enough Artificial farcical fountain I’ve found, I'm looking up Pop tabs, get my guzzle on I’ll pop tabs, get my guzzle on I'll guzzle down sweets long as I ain't got my muzzle on And I ain't gotta justify it muthafucka, nothing's wrong [Verse 1] I’ve got this habit of grabbing a can of battery acid to sip Cracking the tab and having a passionate smack of the lips Savage, and irrational, rash, in casual actions and ticks Sad and I'm sick, I’m manic, an addict, in fashion, I think My vice a beverage, and I need advice on my life a lot It's quite pathetic, I feed on feelings and I like the pop I'm peeing neon and seeing demons inside my walls Creative freedom is staining reason, I might be wrong But when I'm right, it excites me, it's sorta nice I’m pouring right into the glass see, ignore the ice I'm not a madman or fanatic, not abnormal, “aight” I'm just enamored with an attachment to my soda vice So if you ask me, yeah I need it caffeinated I need a glass please, add a splash and Matt’s elated I had to say it, had to make an attempt to grab a taste Sipping on a soft drink is similar to masturbating [Verse 2] One bottle of pop, two bottle of pop, three bottle of pop, four Five bottle of pop, six bottle of pop, seven bottle of pop, more Eight bottle of pop, nine bottle of pop, ten bottle of pop, score I got two more in the fridge pack, and I can tell I'm sick, crack Cuz I just want a sip that and hell I want more See Matisse'll never beat the diabetes, believe it I mean it when I'm screaming that I need it, I breathe it The cavities that seen my teeth been treated, all deleted Greed, a soda on the side while Tisse is eating, I'm feeding My addiction, with every sip of elixir I'm easing my afflictions, I'm settled sleeping and sick, sir Get the picture? Liquid, carbonated, and mixed syrup I'm bout that bliss, bring that ignorance in that mixture, fizzing

[Verse 1] Sauce on fire like a Molotov cocktail Y'all inquire ‘bout my health, well I'm not well I'm not a liar, but the truth I cannot tell When I'm in the booth I'ma drop another bombshell A common enemy is a common incentive So why does everybody abandon the pensive? Think quick and the quick thinking gets it Work together and the benefits immense and I forgot what I was saying A lot’s changed my thought process, sane? I'm all strange, an oddball, deranged On and off I'm a painful knockoff of fame A cockamamie enlarged artists rage Don't bother blaming the bars y'all, refrain It's not the chorus at all y'all, it ain't I hope I'm not singing this song all in vain [Chorus] I don't care what haters say, I’ma do it anyway I'm aware I'm made to stay so Ima do it everyday I don't care'f I fade away, I’ma do it anyway I’ma do it anyway, everyday, anyway Everyday, anyway Everyday, I’ma do it anyway [Verse 2] Everybody wanna do it on the big screen Big dreams, sick schemes in a lit scene But not everybody gotta move into the rich league Energy, inner chi, and I sense me I’ma do what I please, let the rest leave Letting loose on the street in my friend’s jeep Got the moves and the beats and my French speech I’ma do it fucker, I'm a foolish, depressed Tisse Raps jettisoned, danger, attack, get em in Maybe in fact making em slap’ll be Matt’s medicine The mad mania’s made of a magnetic amazing And magnificent take I’ve amassed in the clip But Matt’s innocent, I'm past petty shit Get your ass outta the way, this is Matt’s internet [Verse 3] I am not a common man, I'm an anomaly Cuz I'm not what I gotta be but I'm on a streak and I'm often heat I’ve been coughing clean, raw to read, and I'm audible on a beat And I'm all about "I can" see, I’ma be what I wanna be

[Chorus] I never identified with anything other than me, myself, and I Been hella mental since 17, I thought anything to keep myself alive So can I get it? I'm a mixed race misfit I’ve been accepted, been rejected, been offensive If they unsettled, they ain't nothing but opinions I’ve been medically next level, ascension [Verse 1] Through the years I’ve stayed with it, the same rhythm and pain, fit in To frames never displayed, never engaged with it The race which I was raised with is a phase isn't it? My face didn't display that until age hit, now I'm A black hole of confusion and rage A mad Joker consumed with the hate I'm past grown, but I grew at my pace Today I'm Matt, I'm no one but a dude in a cage, okay? Tomorrow people have borrowed me for the future Without it harming me, scarring features and sutures I'm out, I'm marketing, hardly even a clue where To start or who to market to, and finding me's the glue Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me [Verse 2] The older I grow the more I'm ignoring these folks So the more I focus, the more I been coping, curing this joke, yo I mend my mourning with an annoying approach Of going over and over, repeat it and force it to mold I'm twice labeled, you might say that I'm bi-racial It’s like the Asian and white sides of me vibe stable I'm dialed way up, like eleven on the live scale My life's laid on the line, listen, I'm late If I could live up to Ok-Doo-Ok and Moon Kim And talk the talk like all my mom’s literary groomed kin I'd be the best of both worlds, see all I want is in But I ain't one with fucking none of em, and honestly I'm spent cuz Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me [Verse 3] See I ain't living up to either culture, either way of life Say I'm right, say my life's syphoned liters up of vice I'm leaving cuz I'm breathing but we ain't nothing alike All the demons I’ve been keeping in been keeping me contrite, aight? With thirty might come maturity Surely I've learned to word a feature fervently and murder beats I'm me and from the burbs, and terminally a worried freak Europe and the East have been stirring in me, I've earned release So the words I speak’ll keep reflecting my identity But I ain't set you see, I’ve been questioning what I'm meant to be Seemingly I see a set of speakers as a remedy Cuz I'm Matisse, a medley, I’ve said I'm a mess so get me Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me

[Verse 1] I'm goofy and off putting, I'm sorta weird See the proofs in the Sauce pudding, look over here I ain't starving for attention but I did neglect to mention That I am harboring this tension, sober ears, yo Sure I'm overworking and I know I'm bout to break I been a burden to my nervous system, motion activate Got a curious emotionless imperfect active state My maturity is immature, preferred to act this age, but ey I'm rarely taking any leave or rest Even when it's seeming I'm a freak I never decompress And I don't mean to creep or be a pest But I ain't leaving til Matisse says Believe me when I say everything’ll be okay Everythingll be all right, all right? It's just another day Just another fucking play on this stage where I stay I’ve been in my methods steady, I ain't ready to decay [Chorus] You'd never know if I was worse or I was better off I’ve never seen you but I rock with you whenever though I take my opus with a soda on the side I can go and I can hide in the flow inside the rhyme You'd never know until I spoke up Focused slaying vocals, say it's dope I'll play it over, ey I know it's for the art and not the bankroll So part of me is thankful that I'm martyred, not a blank soul [Verse 2] I’ve been working so hard, fuck a break now My motive maintained, and I ain’t worried ‘bout a breakdown I’m just tryna find anything to take down To get a fair shake while the whole world play foul They say “throw in the towel, you should give it up now” But me quit? I don’t like how that sounds I ain’t giving in til I get laid in the ground And I say fuck what they say, I’ve been coming for crowns From Diezel to Ka$h, I get the green by the pounds I fought past the bar you set with these bars I spit Barbaric shit bar for bar, no comparing this So even my lack of success is far from failure But when I hear the naysayers doubt what I’m doing I just keep it moving, focused on the music And I’ma burn a L for you fucking losers, you know that [Verse 3] I'm not a blank soul I got my tank full I been unbreakable And part of me is thankful I'm an artist, not a blank soul