Writing my song from my soul Riding my car in the nightmode Haven't seen you in awhile though How has it been with the echoes? I had to learn to let go No one is here to help you My heart is rolling down the avenue My heart is pumping a blood pool You know what you could do You know what you should do I trapping my head inside of a new noose She blow my Pingu, she say noot noot I punch a wall and got a new bruise I punch his head, knock out his tooth A brand new mag and I might shoot you A dragon burn your face Knock out your Spaghetti-os Dose, dose, dose He died like popped a fentanyl Uno, dos, tres I got plenty plenty plenty hoes A Canik to bang I feel like John Wick at the centennial Eins zwei drei Get your third eye blown Perineal Writing my song from my soul Riding my car in the nightmode Haven't seen you in awhile though How has it been with the echoes? Haven't seen you in awhile though How has it been with the echo's? Haven't seen you in awhile though How has it been with the echoes? Echoes?