Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mitchell wakes up mean
In a room like a spilled-out drawer
His voice hits hard through the walls
Like a truck at the neighbor’s door
Clothes in a heap by the bed
Stale air hanging low and thick
And under that busted frame
Bones and sausages in the dark, man, it’s sick
[Pre-Chorus]
You can hear him from the street
You can hear him from the hall
He talks like every word
Wants to knock down every wall
[Chorus]
Mitchell Echo
Too loud, too close
Mitchell Echo
Where’d you put your clothes?
Mitchell Echo
That Toyota rolls
Mitchell Echo
And the whole block knows
[Verse 2]
He slides in that Toyota Echo
With the seat back, coffee cup cracked
Muffler rattling down the road
Like a bad joke coming back
His room got a sour little secret
Old takeout, sweat, and smoke
Messy shirts in a mountain
And the whole place smells like a broken joke
[Pre-Chorus]
You can hear him from the street
You can hear him from the hall
He talks like every word
Wants to knock down every wall
[Chorus]
Mitchell Echo
Too loud, too close
Mitchell Echo
Where’d you put your clothes?
Mitchell Echo
That Toyota rolls
Mitchell Echo
And the whole block knows
[Bridge]
Maybe he thinks it’s power
Maybe he thinks it’s style
But the bones under the bed
Tell the truth every mile
One day he’ll clean that kingdom
One day he’ll let it go
Till then he’s just Mitchell Echo
With a voice that steals the show
[Final Chorus]
Mitchell Echo
Too loud, too close
Mitchell Echo
Where’d you put your clothes?
Mitchell Echo
That Toyota rolls
Mitchell Echo
And the whole block knows
Mitchell Echo
Too loud, too close
Mitchell Echo
That’s Mitchell Echo
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rock ballad with mid-tempo stomp, gritty power chords, driving toms, and a big singalong chorus; verse rides sparse guitar and bass, pre-chorus lifts with tom fills and rising gang vocals, chorus hits open with stacked harmonies and shouted title chant. Lead vocal is rough and close-mic in verses, doubled on hooks, with delay throws on the name. Ear candy: amp crackle into the first downbeat, a brake-squeal fill before the chorus, and a final key change lift. Mix is raw, punchy, and room-wide., rock, loud
Credits
Prompt byMarcusDay
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Rock Ballard about a fat obnoxious man called Mitchell. He has an extremely loud voice, has chicken bones and sausages under his bed, and drives a Toyota Echo. His room smells and has messy clothes
