Beat made with solinox
Art by Sasha von Didkovsky
Sample from Stranger Things ep. 1

LYRICS: 
Earbud IV drip got that smooth shit
Keeping me alive since I work up at noonish
Closer to one but I postponed the gun
And I took my coffee and my toast on the run
Ghosts of the night been poached from the nunnery 
Peaced when the sun rose clothes on in front of me 
I’m gonna be
All kinds of fucked up later
So ima just lie here and light these papers 
In the meantime fuck a meal time, shit I feel fine
Stepping round the house like fee fi fo fum
Jeans on timbs with the levis 
See if I
Give a fuck about you or this place flip a peace sign I’m out
Now I’m whippin by the beach front
Waves kamikaze on the shore watching each one shatter
Knowin I don’t matter more than the matter in the water getting splattered on the floor.

Got an eighth and a fifth in my bag I don't even like math but I'm good at fractions 
My friends say I'm on a bad path I just tell them fuck that and I keep on rapping
Something something brain cells saying that my brain swelled saying fuck Matty sun he can't stop bragging
But how the fuck could I not everything I spit is so hot like a motherfucking dragon
Absence of the magic is what did it
Ain't no wardrobe portal to a kingdom 
Spitting so the magic is within him
Casting spells with all these rhymes and rhythms
But I'm thinking with the key in the ignition 
Why the fuck this car can't fly like chiddy 
Ima step outside for a minute 
I need to get outside for a minute

Take a breather
I don’t want to see nobody when I’m leaving
And I speak speak easier

Sippin ether
The wind through the hole in my chest you could call it breathing
And I speak speak easier

Upbeat beats on my stereo
Tryna make a happy sound
When I got flipped off by this girl in a flower crown in traffic
I shot one back - we both plastic
And what goes around comes back like elastic
Boomeranging anger like a hammer of thor
Shoutin “this is for the best” as I’m kicking your door down
Makin a mess, pretty slick with a sword now
‘Cause I cut all my ties and put my life on the board
Wow!
Bleeding in my art like a heart in a bag
Watch the brown paper get redder, wetten and sag
Watch the flipped frown upon a split lip flip back
When the bloody kiss delivered gets the window and rag treatment
Now we seething
Windows keep the steam in
Even 
The Dalai Lama swats flies and I’m a heathen
So why the fuck should I deny how I’m feeling
Paste a fake smile to my face for no reason

Take a breather
I don’t want to see nobody when I’m leaving
And I speak speak easier

Sippin ether
The wind through the hole in my chest you could call it breathing
And I speak speak easier

Speakeasy

Remix of Perth, by Beirut
Mixed/Mastered by Solinox

Matty Sun