this song rejuvenates my spirit - thank you matt

cut deep and I'm still alive 😭🥲 (me at the hospital)

Matt mason your fucking voice is so on point man !  I fucking love you dude thank you for pouring your soul into your music man it's amazing!

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Written by Kai Straw
Produced Kai Straw
Engineered by Fred Sorenson
Artwork by KloudM

LYRICS:

No one gave me shit
I worked for this
At this point I’m just
done with encouragement
You say talented
I say calluses
I’m tasting my blood just pronouncing it
Since Fairfield days
The beats I made
I may have quit drinking but dream the same

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes

And they ask me why you workin’
All days of the week
To get somewhere you’ll never reach

I’ve been wishin’ for better so long
I guess I’m sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin’, I’m here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I’m coming for you
I’ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

I’m not stoppin’ this
Just the opposite
I won’t drop when most people need oxygen
Since the green Lexus
Since the weed excess
Since the drink was my treatment for depression
Man, my lips been blue
Fuck what stitches do
I’ll put red on this mic like it’s ’92

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes

And they ask me why you workin’
All days of the week
Toward something you’ll never be

I’ve been wishin’ for better so long
I guess I’m sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin’, I’m here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I’m coming for you
I’ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

Until I’m taken by weeds
My will is my leprosy
Instead of wounds that scrape the sheets
I’ve got no turn back in me
So set glass beneath my feet
Take the last breath that I need
To meet what glows beyond my reach
I’ll become a tragedy

There’s is no hell that spells retreat
Fuck your gravity
This to the grave
This to the grave

Stream

Mr. Rocket Shoes

Never Had to Leave

Cut Deep

LeGrand & CG5 - Give A Little(HMVO Bootleg)

Built to Last

Head in the Clouds

Head In The Clouds

Friend For Life

This isn’t just a dream

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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.


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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

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butterflies

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Beggar's Song

Go Easy

Mikey Mike’s Life on Earth: Vol. 1

Yasmin you will never hear this

The third Studio Album from McCafferty.

I am so blessed to have had this opportunity to make such an incredible CD with my wife, and my friends. Thank you for listening and making this possible.

The album will release everywhere November 16, 2019 with a full vinyl and merchandise run.

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