Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Echoes, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Fuck the Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Echoes |
Like that right there |
It feels so African |
Got a little somethin' on my chest |
Gotta get it off, gotta get it off |
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me |
And I pretend that I don’t care |
But when it’s said and done and the war is won |
Your words are all I hear |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |
Say what you mean, mean what you say |
You the meanest girl, you my Tina Fey |
Like you out for pain, like you out for shame |
But you pout when I call you out your name |
Your words burnin' me, you’re my bird of prey |
When you feed your young, you regurgitate |
What I heard you say and reverberate |
But I’m a man, gotta show my vertebrae |
I’m the kind to wait, you can come through with |
You can run to it and get numb to it |
Treat you like the Autobahn, just sung to it |
Treat you like my favorite song and just jump to it |
Girl you waste my bluff when we makin' love |
Can’t take it, love, you my favorite drug |
You my fleur-de-lys, you disturb the peace |
Cause you hurtin' me, you turned to me and said |
Love is a potion that’s fluent, let’s keep it movin' |
The only thing that’s magic is moments, I’m only human |
The only thing that’s tragic is futures that we can ruin |
I pound for couple of hours, double influence |
Need a break from the words you’re usin' |
My love broke my Kevin Hart |
Let me explain cause I see what you’re doin' |
Mama said, «You don’t need to stay» |
Papa said, «Boy you need to pray», goddamn |
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me |
And I pretend that I don’t care |
But when it’s said and done and the war is won |
Your words are all I hear |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |
We can’t internalize the things people say to us |
But it make you sus, I need a break from us |
I used to think your attitude was a major plus |
Now the way you talk to me is like we breakin' up |
Tryna get into my zone without you makin' a fuss |
Like sticks and stones, your words breakin' stuff |
They hittin' home, but I can take a punch |
I’m your David Lynch, you’re my naked lunch |
I found space for us, found a place for us |
Used to pray for love, used to pray for us |
Would’ve gave you my blood but you gave it up |
My heart a house for this love but you sprayed it up |
You can’t take a brush, comments is tangled up |
In a web of emotion that’s dangerous |
I can’t make this up, that shit is lame as fuck |
I ain’t a slave but I’m out here tryna make a buck |
Stayin' on my hustle, I ride around and I spend it |
Set it into motion like butterflies to defect it |
Tryin' to pretend that the words are never effective |
Seem to work for a second but never be worth the effort |
I’m a man and they say I ain’t s’posed to run on emotions |
So I let you get away with more than you were supposed to |
I kept it bottled up like a note to float in the ocean |
Just stop myself, I’m explodin' |
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me |
And I pretend that I don’t care |
But when it’s said and done and the war is won |
Your words are all I hear |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |
And they echo |