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Echoes
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On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Echoes was released on March 4, 2014 by Stones Throw Records as a part of the album White Sands
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Release DateMarch 4, 2014
LabelStones Throw Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Her eyes were like nothing
Her stumbling legs would barely keep beneath her
Just waiting for the reaper to release her
Today she hadn't tasted none of spica
Yesterday she had a slice of pizza
Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt
The type perhaps a scientist could research
Been weeks and months since anyone could reach her
Tics of gold on the clock, her whole esophagus
Was choking on the cock that didn't tease her
Copped the anesthesia
Her mother once beside herself with worry now will wander
Right beside her none the wiser
She didn't recognize her
Her promise famished in a family where there weren't no providers
There weren't no survivors
Calamity too heinous to believe
Her cavity was so contaminated with disease
You couldn't hope to clean it with entire summer weeks
Much less a summer's eve
Could almost vomit from the stench
The rotting of the flesh
The last occasion that she had been anybody's guest
Was anybody's guess
Her mind was way too whittled to be riddled with regret
It teetered on the edge
No direction that required any steps
No director to yell quiet on the set
No prices on her head
No one was racked with grief or feeling loss
If there isn't anyone that's looking for you, are you even lost?
No friends had been as solid as the concrete she was on
So was she even off?
Some days she's in the mood to make no movements on her own accord
Release would then have cost
You haven't seen a more afflicted corpse
Since Christ's crucifixion on the cross
I haven't seen her in a stretch
I wonder if she rest
I wonder if the horrors that had haunted her during her life
Will haunt her in her death
There was not a missing persons file on anybody's desk
The topic hadn't made anybody's docket
The change she needed more than one could jingle in your pocket
Or had she been a prophet?
A saint who withstood pain that wouldn't lessen?
Whose life had been so I could learn a lesson
That even those that stay high and just say f it
Could die and go to heaven?
Nor was I for questioning the ethics
Should I be shamed I never made the effort?
Took the time for taking of the breakfast
Or to the fertile crescent
Woebegone that I never heard her message
Before she'd gone returning to her essence
Written by: Angel Del Vilar
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