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released September 15, 2015

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Mat Masterson Spruce Pine, North Carolina

Singer/Songwriter and Electronic Producer originally from the foothills of North Carolina. Traveling nonstop these days, so let's hang out!

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Track Name: Mental Health Day Feat. Georgianna Harris and Zack Koontz
There's not a whole lot you can do
But stay strong and be true
To yourself and no one else
It's for your mental health

Fucked up for ten years straight
Sometimes ya gotta take a break
But if your heart starts hurtin
Just be thankful you can feel
Anything at all
You're a pretty girl with a Southern drawl
You can get away with anything you want
But can you hold on to what's real?

There's not a whole lot you can do
But stay strong and be true
To yourself and no one else
If not for you then for what else

You can tell the whole world to kiss your ass
Same one you were showin the night before last
But if you're pressin buttons be ready for what they do

There's not a whole lot you can do
But stay strong and be true
To yourself and no one else
It's for your mental health
Track Name: New York City Blues
Sleep in the park
Sleep on the train
The only day you don't grab an umbrella
Is the day it rain

Slave away your days
To finally buy a bed
Now that you got money
You just party instead
Another rat in New York City
With the New York City blues
Track Name: Nothing Feels Real
It's just one of those days
Where nothing feels real

This war on poverty
I try to float through life like it ain't bother me
But from the belly of the beast it's plain to see
Ain't a damn thing the way it oughta be
I hear the pumped up trumpets callin me
Talkin bout world peace and livin flawlessly
But there's still some ball to be
Passed around the dance downtown
If we don't fall or bleed
We stay up with all we need
Turn stones to seed
Just follow me
I'll show you how to lead
Just follow me through the belly of the beast on the wrong side of the front lines in the war on poverty
Just follow me

It's just one of those days
Where nothing feels real

You know the kinda day
Where everything is covered in a milky haze
Hearin mad voices snicker from the furthest reaches of the milky way
Even the sky's a different shade
Everything begins to fade
To a surreal kind of clarity
Unbelievable disparity
Pitted against
The filthy rich
Strokin their dick for charity
You know the kinda day
Where everything begins to fade

It's just one of those days
Where nothing feels real
Track Name: Hard Times Feat. Cyn Roc and Georgianna Harris
Even in the hard times
We keep our heads up
We keep our heads up

From Bossanova to the after hours to the after hours
Yo I been up for forty hours
You know I got the powder
You know the sands of time
See the 12 peekin at us through Venetian blinds
This is for the kids with no gear at Easter time
I remember '89
Tube kicks and cheese lines
Now I'ma a Hodd Hippie throwin up the peace sign
And every day of the week is feast time
Back in the day we shared the same outfit
Now we got dough, we'll cop the whole outlet
Heart fulla rage and music's the best outlet
Rick James bitch! I'm standin on your couches
Poor and rich, we're stuck to the same planet
The future is not to be seen, you can't plan it
The elite get paid off of battles like Organic
Alone, we're all small
Together we're gigantic

Even in the hard times
We keep our heads up
We keep our heads up

I've gone from condo life to crashin on somebody's stoop
Hopin they wake up soon
No keys, and new moon (pitch black)
Gotta catch a bus, but all I catch is a harpoon
Can't hold me down
Keep bouncin back like a cartoon character
Barriers'll bury ya
I swear I'm not a contrarian
I'm more of a comparing one
That's a compassionate
And a caring one
I'm not the daring one
But I swear to ya
You don't wanna meet some of my friends
Ya might be sparing some
[Getcha teeth knocked out while I'm on a rooftop starin at the sun]
Keep bouncin back like a cartoon character in full moon hysteria
If you stumble, I will carry ya
If you stumble, I will carry ya
Even in the hard times
I will carry ya

Even in the hard times
We keep our heads up
We keep our heads up

Honestly, I can't complain
I'm white and I can pass for straight
Keeps me free from stop and frisk, hate violence, and a need for ID to skate from NYC to the Golden Gate
Tired of runnin for these stacks, man
Like I'm Rell, like I'm Pac Man
So I;m workin on these tracks, man
Like Squatch Studio is the Batcave, and I'm Bat Man
Alfred, where you at man?
Need a little help to keep me floatin in this ocean made of trap, man
I'm tired of this senseless scrapin
So I'm dippin down the Atlantic
To turn Atlantricks
Hope they adopt me too
Hope I can jump in without drownin in their codeine blues
I drown enough in the weight of the world infused with booze
Brain chopped and screwed
But even in the hard times I stay true
(Party til light and then dark and then light)

Even in the hard times
We keep our heads up
We keep our heads up
Track Name: If I Die Today Feat. Rell and Isaac Crouch
If I die today
Who would care?
If I die today
Who would be there?

I'm like, Mat, if you really died
I'd probably drink what I feel inside
Your name would come up
And I would hide
They're not gonna talk about you with pride
Know you're up there makin angels bounce
Done copped you on angel ounce
I remember when you were growin up
No facial hair, you were growin up
Come with me, make money, sure enough
Fuck with these niggas, and you wind in cuffs

Party from light until dark and then light
We be the things that go bump in the night

The universe didn't give itself eyes just for them to go blind
I know it's hard to get outta the grind
Sometimes this world ain't kind
But even if for just one month
Live for yourself
It's amazing what you will find
I know it's hard from time to time
To validate your personal why
But all you can do is try
To know that stardust stuff
And that it's all ours
There is no my
Do or do not
There is no try
Screw or screw not
There is no spy
Eventually, you know we will all die
That's why you can't let a single fuck fly
Party till light and then dark and then light
If ya feel me put ya hands to the sky
I know that you know that we will all die
That's why you can't let a single fuck fly
Party till light and then dark and then light
If ya feel me put ya hands to the sky

If you die today
Who would care?
If you die today
Who would be there?

If I die today
Who would care?
If I die today
Who would be there?
Track Name: Fire In The Night Feat. Rell, Cyn Roc, and Georgianna Harris
Their comin for you
Their comin for me too
What can we do
But light a fire in the night?

Bankers and the oligarchs
Run this shit like trick ass marks
They'll steal yr grandmother's pension plan
And offer her a credit card
You think Greece is an anomaly
Sittin next to Spain and Italy
Across the ocean from half of Latin America?
Don't be silly, b
They been had this trick up their sleeve
They been had you sick, and hid the pill that could cure the disease
Sweet Jesus
If you're still keepin up with the Karadashians
I ain't trashin Kim
I'm trashin all the people keepin them on the covers of the magazines
I thought when I got old was sposed to be mad at teens
Not mad at my parent's generation's tragedy
Tragiacally, fallin like a sucker for a sub prime mortgage
Harkenin the dark ages
Black plague and spoiled porridge
So if the power gets cut for the last time
We'd better light a fire in the night
And learn to for(a)ge

Their comin for you
Their comin for me too
What can we do
But light a fire in the night?

We light a fire at night
And we ain't playin nothin
They dealin their cards
They already bluffin
We workin so hard
Still gon be sufferin
We give em our shit
Don't even trust em
Don't even understand this shit
He ain't makin sense
Make sure we washed up
Then they make us rinse
Tax us on money
Then make us pay the rent
Cable, gas, electricity
And all kinda shit

I figure 2 Chaniz is ivy league
So I'm in the clear
I failed outta university then floated round community colleges for like five years
And I still ain't got a degree
But I got a PhD in roamin the Bushwick streets
On LSD, oxy, coacine, and molly
Just kept sayin, "I'm okay, yea"
That was all in one day, yea
Maybe that's why we're...


My trappin won't be televised
The news forecast is genocide
My home sweet home is gentrified
You stuck off the crossover
I'm Shambar bang it five
Seconds on the clock
Til the fuckin bomb drops
Man, they occupied Wall Street?
I occupy all streets
Empire state of mind
Livin here's costly
Snowden tried to warn us
Big Brother wants me
Cameras like the paparazzi
Walk around calmly
We eat GMO foods
That chicken was a mutant
Donald Trump for president
Granny works for her food stamps
Can't pay your credit cards
Probably send us to boot camp
Holograms at Coachella
Everything's an illusion
They sky's full of spy jets
The internet is SkyNet
Feelin like John Connor
Tuck one under my vest
Forget we in the Matrix
Red pill, let it digest

Their comin for you
Their comin for me too
What can we do
But light a fire in the night?
Track Name: Ain't Rich, Ain't Broke Feat. Cyn Roc and Donkor La Ron
I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just track like it
I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just trap like it

I keep it cool
One thousand degrees
Grand piano
We crushin the keys
Life of the party
We crushin the trees
Aaron Hernandez, you're not in my league
And that's word on my fleezy
I blow up the heezy
Are you Ray Charles?
Cuz I know you can't see me
Your wife in my pool
And she drop the bikini
Granted my wishes
I think she a genie
I only puff on that good good
Rollin hard like Shug would
Either get down or get run over
In a Range Rover in a black hood
Used to rock with them backwoods
I'm REDRUM, I'm backwards
Y'all brag about gettin captured
I'm shittin on em like a fat turd
Cyn Roc, call me Mr. Hanky
Hi-de-ho, you a dub though
Saty-Puft monster, cold crushed flow
I flip fast like presto
I switch up on em
No dress code
Plus I'm on the highway like a test, woe
In a Tesla playin Tiesto
I'ma check ya
Baby, let's go

I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just track like it
I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just trap like it

This is, this is loyalty over everything movin or breathin
Blood drip, ____ stone
Homies happy to see me again
I'm freakin on the weekend
Trap, that's my body speakin
If I, If I drop you a jewel
You might catch you a teachin (catch you one)
Far from a block of wood
I be givin you what you be needin
Pass, puff, pass, puff
I'm talkin Ephesians
Mimic me, watch my mini-me turn her into Legions
Upright, fearless, and independent in all four seasons
Don't give me a reason for my lower self to be doin the eatin
I'm tryin to stay on my high though
Feel I fly, call me the pelican
Top shotta, top shotta up in that buildin
And everybody know it
Who, who wanna rock with that Vegan
I'm dippin in my low
Dippin to get my high that I know
Experience has told me how to get off death row
I'm speakin to a mind
So that the body follow me out to in front of me
And that's a lobotamy
I'm tryina get this obelisque up outta me

I ain't rich
I ain't rich
I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just trap like it

So when I buy y'all shots and beers at the bar
Just know it's cause I rolled up in your car
It's not watcha make, it's watcha spend
So your cash tight ass won't get the treatment that I get
I get the treatment that I get because I'm sleepin on the rent
I'm fuckin sleepin on Scam's couch, and that shit's heaven sent
But y'all'd be pissed if you could see my bank account
I'm goin down South to get myself a fuckin house
So I ain't rich, and I ain't broke
I'm just constantly bouncin between both
Trippin all day like what am I even
Trippin all day like what am I even doin though
WIth my woes
With my woes

I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just track like it
I ain't rich
I just act like it
I ain't broke
I just trap like it