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Matt G

Matthew Scott "Matt" Giraud (born May 11, 1985) is an American singer-songwriter, musician, and the fifth place finalist of the eighth season of the reality television series American Idol. He was the first recipient of the "judge' save", wherein the judges veto a contestan's elimination. more »

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I'm American but I like Russian Creme
Woke up reaching for my but it was just a dream
Down by the beach igniting flowers for the feel of it
Whole lot of tears dropping but I didn't peel onions

Like I been searching for a clock where'd the time go
Precise shots towards my goals I got the sight on
Red exterior inside peanut butter
I had went and grabbed a few but now I need another
I don't really need a friend I just need my brothers
Everything I spit cold like I was eating custard

A snitch got thrown on the floor now he a rugrat
My stash an electric fence don't touch that
God saved me from the abyss he dropped a rope down
Making clouds out of smoke while listening to Motown
I'm in my hometown they keep telling me to slow down
Like I dropped a rock off a bridge it's about to go down

I'm like the scale on a weight loss journey I'm there through thick and thin
Pulled a twenty out the bank then dropped a sixty in
I got love for the game I'm like a Cod player
Don't ask me what I'm breathing in just know it's not air
Looked in the mirror for my reflection but it was not there
I'm moving slicker than fingers running through washed hair

In the wind I feel free but I am not Oprah
I used to have it all backwards like I said Kai Cobra
Curiosity killed the cat but it had nine lives
My only option is shine in the dark bro I'm a night light
Like a Toyota fan I was happier when it was pre us
I'm always running towards my goals can't kick my feet up

I was in Clewiston now I'm in Pensacola
I think it's time to run a play I'm yelling red rover
What they did wasn't right they had left me lonely
It's going down I'm going up I got a fifty on me
Death ain't easy life ain't fair
I'm making upper rank decisions I feel like the mayor

I'm about to take flight with my homies we like the Wright Brothers
Ain't open up to anyone in a while so I might stutter
I, I don't know where to turn
Made a play on sixty eighth then shot to seventy first

I had went and made a stand when they told me to take a seat
Shake them off me then I'm zipping like when I take a leak
Already climbed multiple mountains still not at my peak
They took everything I had that's why I play for keeps
No place to go riding around looking for vacancy
Put a Grabba in a raw call that a paper leaf
They ain't wanna let me in I kicked the door down
They stashed the truth in the basement I ripped the floor out

The palm trees making shadows my feet kicking sand
If you rocking then I'm rolling I'm not in a band
They had pushed me off a cliff I grabbed a ledge
I always keep it straight up like you cutting a hedge
I'm manipulating the cards like I'm David Blaine
Like my notebook ran away I'm on a paper chase

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