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Echoes (Nico's Version)
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Echoes (Nico's Version) was released on March 13, 2026 by Sun Cut Flat as a part of the album Nico
AlbumNico
March 13, 2026
LabelSun Cut Flat
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Turn the beat up in my headphones
Please
Echoes in the night
Silence through day
Things'll be aright
But you got to pray
I left NYC with not even a whole G
Came back when my initials were carved on an oak tree
A money tree like it was summoning me
I know that chasing bread is unbecoming of me
I got to be a bigger man the river runs to sea
The storyteller shows the king the things that he doesn't see
Time is a currency that doesn't come abundantly
If you think it's not scarce that is repugnant to me
That's the energy I left in twenty twenty three
If you're a lazy spender then I'm Spencer Dinwiddie
Nothings the same as it was when trains was one-fifty
Still every line hella deep like New Brunswick be
Label executives try to set up a lunch with me
I'll never trust 'em cause bruh, why didn't you punch Diddy?
Pro when I tend to my goals, like Henrick Lunquist be
They'll never snatch up my soul, been with the love ministry
Skate like I'm Burton, Lavar, bringing my sons with me
Who will I Ball with in heaven? I got a hunch, Nipsey
GLP one flow inject like my pockets was thin
Skinny cat with deisel bars, rims I rock for the win
Tried to dish it to the corner but they not in the gym
I guess they busy in the corner store they're gossiping in
I'd rather keep my Kia Soul, then be copping a Benz
That's gratitude, even so, there's different options for sin
At Jacob's Ladder, up north, I'm in Boston again
Stairway to heaven in Zeppelins that's where my moccasins been
They need a touchdown, a weapon, they throw the option to him
Plus he shut down who he checking, that's the Rodman in him
I had to leave to learn respect and love the competition
Who we need to be arresting is monopoly men
Speaking of which, while on the topic of spin
How can they lie and sleep at night all while they constantly grin?
Family Tapes, Derek Cedar, we been opposite them
Hurricane with the bars, I'm in the Tropics again
Mistah Levy, that's my conjugal twin
Before I met bro I thought it would be impossible to win
Then I saw impossible was just an obstacle him
He said if you don't see the light, well then your optical dim
If you a salty cat, go grab a losinger then
This is alternative rap, that Grover Washington pen
When I write I go heaven, in my office again
I'm known in Yemen for the penmanship
Falafel, my friend
Family Tapes, Derek Cedar, East End Zulu
Back at it again
From Bridgeport to Brooklyn
Echoes in the night
Silence through day
Things'll be aright
But you got to pray
I left NYC with not even a whole G
Came back when my initials were carved on an oak tree
A money tree like it was summoning me
I know that chasing bread is unbecoming of me
I got to be a bigger man the river runs to sea
The storyteller shows the king the things that he doesn't see
Why'd they make Rocky Balboa as a fake Ali
Did Dr. Sebi really cure magic of HIV?
These are questions I ask as I rake my leaves
Why doesn't the streaming royalty even pay my fee?
Why I was made the nineties like grape Hi-C
Thirty thousand leagues under the great lakes I be
They used to look at me sour like "I ain't got weed"
I'm diesel now like a bouncer so they don't take ID
Pirating tracks for the gym, the only plank I need
Timeless in fact, cause I'm him, switchin' lanes high speed
Classic indeed word to Tribe, we should thank Shaheed
Fife was the top Dawg
I Always Tip 'cause rank I heed
This the emcee lobotomy so now the flow brainless
Crypto anomaly so, the dough stainless
I can't believe that I used to want to be so famous
The game just never could swallow me like a whole danish
I done spent so much time on I-95
Thinking of rhymes, it's a vibe now that my mind is live
I never mind if, listeners wanna drive behind
Just as long as they don't shine them high beams in my eyes
I went to one of the preppiest high schools in Massachusetts
Why was I scared fight dudes, they were some massive douches
White dudes who Listened to Bad Boy and had dads who were Luscious
Malfoy poppin' a Altoid, they casually useless
They only cut the hollandaise for the holidays
The only time they could slide was in their slalom days
Why my bars so Thoreau writing a Walden page
Raise the roof up regardless of what a column weighs
I'd be lying if I said I don't need all the plays
Spotify got me curating this in solemn rage
They gettin' Clapton they knees like riffs that Almand plays (Layla)
They should have been a stand-up guy like how a shaman prays
Shout to East End Zulu, EEZ
We got time for one more Brodie?
Let me hit 'em off with the outro
They tried to eradicate paganism said "that is a sin"
I believe in God but think God is a bachelor again
My boy even met his son, now he play Madden with him
Buried him that hurt a ton, guess that was gravel to him
I had a friend that wanted me to unravel with him
A couple years ago the judge gave the gavel to him
I knew I never could of ever really tattled on him
Second guessing myself, third person, had to battle with him
Scrap with elbows out the cape like what Chatham is in
Cooking beats in the Eve like what Adam was in
The game is what we been ever so adamant in
Enjoy a slice of the Apple and give the data to him
Stats been padded again, these are my jobs
I'm winning against the odds
With heavily shameless bars
On Memory Lane like Nas
Whatever you think's the cause
Effectively it is God
I'm wrecking the 16 bars
They mention him with the stars
Indenturing him at Oz
The penmanship no mirage
A sentient of Allah's
Who's questioning all the laws
And never being a fraud
Got several reasons to not
Collecting receipts of thoughts
The recipe was taught
Can not be, bought, stolen or sold
Worth a hundred thousand times your own weight in gold
Derek Cedar, holy scrolls
Once again it goes
Echoes in the night
Silence through day
Things'll be aright
But you got to pray
I left NYC with not even a whole G
Came back when my initials were carved on an oak tree
A money tree like it was summoning me
I know that chasing bread is unbecoming of me
I got to be a bigger man the river runs to sea
The storyteller shows the king the things that he doesn't see
Echoes in the night
Silence through day
Things'll be aright
But you got to pray
I left NYC with not even a whole G
Came back when my initials were carved on an oak tree
A money tree like it was summoning me
I know that chasing bread is unbecoming of me
I got to be a bigger man the river runs to sea
The storyteller shows the king the things that he doesn't see
It's so ridiculous with the bars on six minutes, bro
I know
We do this for fun though, you know?
It just happens so that a lot of people do like to listen to it
And we moving on to the next
Written by: Nicholas Lattanzi, Phillip Dornbusch, Sean Condall
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