echo//loco

press//pause

equestrian needs

road rage

Written & produced by me
Mixed by me
Mastered by Kash The Myth

Lyrics:

Episodic, post melodic,
Ergonomic stress
Electronic metronomic
Bi-robotic mess
We are not who we say we are
We are not who we think we are
We are who we think people think we are 
People think we are
Person thinks we are
Think me right, then, person
See me right, then
Lesson?
Be alright, learn
Telling
Truth at night, that’s heaven
Death to the messianic
This isn’t dying to oneself

Oh how I found it hard to tell you the truth
Lied and lied again and I still hurt you
All in the name of getting free
Crashed into you
So selfish of me
Who would have thought
That you’d be waiting for me

Ekwesiri ikugbu m o
Atumatu niile anyi nweda
A biagi nwe isi
Hapu nu m Google o
Now I’m stuck on replay
Every week day
Since then
I’ve been

Getting these flight alerts
From California
To Texas
I guess
That it’s because
I was supposed to be on my way
This XMas
But I’m not around
Around around around
I left and didn’t make a sound
A sound a sound a sound

I think I should call Burna Boy
‘Cause all I’ve had today is breakfast
I guess that would explain
All of the gbemi trabaye
I’m restless
Oh no

How sick of me to go and find my way
And shortly after go MIA
Coulda died in California
So I found my to ya
I missed your lips
You put ‘em on my face
You threw it back to the good ol’ days
Coulda had it all at your place
The plans I made with ya

Ekwesiri ikugbu m o
Atumatu niile anyi nweda
A biagi nwe isi
Hapu nu m Google o
Now I’m stuck on replay
Every week day
Since then
I’ve been

Getting these flight alerts
From California
To Texas
I guess
That it’s because
I was supposed to be on my way
This XMas
But I’m not around
Around around around
I left and didn’t make a sound
A sound a sound a sound

Round round round
Sound sound sound

Ukairo