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Echoes Of You • TOLKA BUTCHER

Midnight Wounds

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Released on: 2025-08-29

Artist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Lyricist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Producer: TOLKA BUTCHER
Executive Producer: TB Records, Inc.
Composer: TOLKA BUTCHER

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Echoes Of You

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[Lyrics]

I’m lookin at my throne all alone 
Stone cold walls when I’m sitting in the zone 
People in my home
Always be some different foes
grinding in the booth riding off some different flows 
I’m really different though 
Just give me a second so I can find out what’s missin tho 
Cut me a check and I’ll work out the difference tho
I wish I had a little bro to past down my wisdom filled flows 
That’s the type a shit I think about when I’m lookin at my throne all alone 
The sky is the limit and I feel it to the bone 
No limit no ceiling above me
Demons and angels at my side and they shove me 
As above so below 
I can’t stop worrying over shit I can’t control 
Tryna smoke up the car but these cops on patrol
I want to leave behind a legacy 
Leave behind something bigger than the fool next to me 
After five years she said she wants the Tiffany 
Right then and there I had an epiphany 
I struggle with commitment in front of witnesses 
I’m so used to packs and worrying about how good my fitness is
I can’t believe I forgot how good of a chick this is 


Sometimes I just gotta sit back and think 
Red stained sink from razor blades and cigarettes  
On the brink of life and death 
Tear rolling down my cheek but I ain’t wipin it yet 
I ain’t wipin it yet 
Nah I ain’t wipin it yet 
Angry typin on a jet
Fuck up outta here I’m ready for what’s next 



Im looking at my throne all alone 
No people around me just me and my dro 
I don’t need anybody it’s just me and my flows 
Me and my millis 
Might pop a pillie 
What can I do to kill me faster I’m illie 
Philly boy comin in hot 
Tryna park my vibe but these fools in my spot 
Boy I got a fever cause I’m runnin too hot 
All this fury I’ve got 
Opps in my head tryna kill me so I’m loading my Glock 
Cock that bitch back and the boom follows the pop
All the bullshit just stops 
All the people around me that just stood there and watched 
I was askin for help and they were tellin me stop 
Man up and just get a job 
But I could barely stand up and go to class 
Seventeen didn’t care about gettin ass 
Just hall passes, gas packs from pocket to backpack 
Just trying to battle the pain and anxiety attacks 
My strength prevailed until the anxiety attacked 
Sharp inhales makin me think propriety is wack 
Nothing compares to what society puts on my back


I’m lookin at my throne all alone 
Stone cold walls when I’m sitting in the zone 
People in my home
Always some different foes
grinding in the booth riding off some different flows 
I’m really different though 
Just give me a second so I can find out what’s missin tho 
Cut me a check and I’ll work out the difference tho
I wish I had a little bro to past down my wisdom filled flows 
That’s the type a shit I think about when I’m lookin at my throne all alone 

Cold to the bone
All these, drugs in my dome 
Plugs in my phone 
I got rugs fulla bodies at my home 
Now I’m in the zone you fools really in trouble 
Rhymes so hard I crack down, turn yall to rubble

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