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I don’t want to live so I’m working on dying
Shawty throw a fit so I’m working on lying
I’ve been in the dark will you help me turn the lights on
Swimming with the sharks it’ll leave you with a bite mark

Sippin on a fifth til the bottle start crying
Jumping off a cliff full throttle I’m flying
I’ve been all alone please don’t tell me that I miss you
Turn my heart to stone baby I could never fix you
We been through a lot of shit you know you play a part in this
The drugs will never let me down and girl I need a lot of it
I’m thinking bout the time we spent and how I want to call it quits
The minute that the lights go out my sanity just fucking slips

Yeah it fucking slips, thinking bout the way I live
Always stressing out, I’ve been on some other shit
There I go again, running from another bitch
Had to kick her out, got no love to give

Now I’m cashing out but I feel the same
Cutting off my friends, got no one to blame
Say I’m switching up, yeah I know I changed
Tryna cover up now I’m dripping candy paint

WORKING ON DYING

PRODUCED BY BOY FIFTY

LYRICS:
Big dog in the cut come and run from me 
Lost soul in a rut I ain’t come to see 
Left love in the dust now just let me bleed 
Let me bleed

No hope in the land of the make believe
I sit while you stand you ain’t brave or free 
Shed blood in the sand now we bleed for free
Bleed for free

No hope in my bones I just let it go 
No love in the skull we just let it blow
Off pills shawty like it like that (aye)
Big bills know we like it like that (aye)

All talk in the field til it’s time to ride 
Y’all fuck til it’s real are you down to die 
Big dreams shawty like it like that (aye)
Stack green know we like it like that (aye)

Always in a rush in a rolls royce
Never gave a fuck bout them poor boys
Speaking for the dogs that got no voice 
The nine to five jobs to them glow boys 

Big dog in the cut come and run from me 
Lost soul in a rut I ain’t come to see 
Left love in the dust now just let me bleed 
Let me bleed

No hope in the land of the make believe
I sit while you stand you ain’t brave or free 
Shed blood in the sand now we bleed for free
Bleed for free

Doors suicide shawty are you down to ride?
Lost on the edge catch me at the borderline
Guns let it fly ain’t nobody unified
Cost of the pledge now we living do or die 

And I don’t give a fuck about your language
Forty keep it tuck you looking dangerous 
I’m running out of luck I do the same shit 
But we only ever change when we make it 

And I don’t even know what to do with my life 
Everything wrong but it’s feeling so right 
Body run cold wipe the blood off my knife 
What if my love losing feeling this time

THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF THE CIRCUIT. A THREE SONG TRILOGY.

WRITTEN BY: MATTHEW SUMMERS
VOCALS: MATTHEW SUMMERS
PRODUCTION: HON JA, UNICORN WAVES, AND BOY FIFTY.
MIXING & MASTERING: MATTHEW SUMMERS
COVER ART: MATTHEW SUMMERS
RECORDED IN THE BASEMENT

BLEED

PRODUCED BY UNICORN WAVES

LYRICS:
They tryna steal the dream, bust it out the seam
They been halting my development since I was seventeen
Ultralight the beam, coffee with kareem
And these stains are to my detriment I wash it listerine 
Circle losing space, supermodel waist
Don’t have time for all these people who gon try to pump the brakes  
Stuck inside the race, rule or stand in place
Heard you talking all that sweet well you can come and get a taste 

I’m wild, I’m selfish, don’t tell me who you eff with
I cry like shellfish, no free I hold a deathwish 
My smile is helpless, they tell me that I’m jealous I know

I’m wild, I’m selfish, don’t tell me who you eff with
I cry like shellfish, no free I hold a deathwish 
My smile is helpless, they tell me pull the trigger, I know

I see you in a drop top coupe 
Ten toes down finna light my roof
Love my town and I love my goons
But I’m down to leave whenever

I see you in a drop top coupe 
Ten toes down finna light my roof
Love my town and I love my goons
But I’m down to leave whenever

Nine my five yelling fuck my dreams
Polo shirt with the clean cut jeans 
Whip go skrt in the same routines 
But I’m down to leave whenever

Lost in a box 
Roll from the opps
Send me up to heaven with some gold in my mouth
Lost in a box 
Roll from the opps
Send me up to heaven with some gold in my mouth
Lost in a box 
Roll from the opps
Send me up to heaven with some gold in my mouth
Lost in a box 
Roll from the opps
Send me up to heaven with some gold in my mouth 

I’m fake like plastic when I’m busting on they asses
For cake I’m spastic grip the semi automatic 
Mistakes are drastic everyday I do a backflip 
Erase the habits I just need a little practice 
My life scholastic flip a page to find a passion 
Despite my actions I’m still unenthusiastic 
I write a classic but suppress the damn reaction 
I’m type erratic with a flare for the dramatic 

I’ll move to california
To cure my paranoia 
The pressure will destroy ya
Everyday I lose a lot of hope

I’m lost inside a voyage
And dodging all employers
The diamonds looking joyous
Everyday I gain a lot of hope 

I’ll move to california
To cure my paranoia 
The pressure will destroy ya
Everyday I lose a lot of hope

I’m lost inside a voyage
And dodging all employers
The diamonds looking joyous
Everyday I gain a lot of hope 

THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF THE CIRCUIT. A THREE SONG TRILOGY.

WRITTEN BY: MATTHEW SUMMERS
VOCALS: MATTHEW SUMMERS
PRODUCTION: HON JA, UNICORN WAVES, AND BOY FIFTY.
MIXING & MASTERING: MATTHEW SUMMERS
COVER ART: MATTHEW SUMMERS
RECORDED IN THE BASEMENT

UNICORN

PRODUCED BY HON JA

LYRICS:
Phone still looking so dry
Mix my lows with the highs
And I ain’t getting any better, I’ve been running to the cheddar
And my friends don’t care won’t hit my line

I’m just wondering why
Skip tight rope through the sky
And I ain’t worried bout the weather, got me drowning in the pressure
Let me run my bands up one more time 

Let me run my bands up one more time
Let me run my bands up one more time

One day here but the next day gone
(but the next day gone)
New frontier on the horizon
(on the horizon)
Days go quick but the nights go slow
(but the nights go slow)
Lose my shit while the fame grow old
(while the fame grow old)

Phone still looking so dry
Mix my lows with the highs
And I ain’t getting any better, I’ve been running to the cheddar
And my friends don’t care won’t hit my line

I’m just wondering why
Skip tight rope through the sky
And I ain’t worried bout the weather, got me drowning in the pressure
Let me run my bands up one more time 

Let me run my bands up one more time
Let me run my bands up one more time

THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF THE CIRCUIT. A THREE SONG TRILOGY.

WRITTEN BY: MATTHEW SUMMERS
VOCALS: MATTHEW SUMMERS
PRODUCTION: HON JA, UNICORN WAVES, AND BOY FIFTY.
MIXING & MASTERING: MATTHEW SUMMERS
COVER ART: MATTHEW SUMMERS
RECORDED IN THE BASEMENT

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