Mississippi Lyrics
| Song | Mississippi |
| Artist | 18andcounting |
| Artist | Dolor |
| Artist | goya_goon |
| Album | Strait 2 Tape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Christopher Burch/Stan Chisholm | |
| 作曲 : Christopher Burch/Stan Chisholm | |
| MISSISSIPPI | |
| ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61 | |
| ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun | |
| ayo it’s party time | |
| word to my man Stan got the party vibe | |
| but it's low-key | |
| but it's low-key | |
| still got the party vibe but it's low-key | |
| low-key hard as **** | |
| peace to my people cause we heavy as a dump truck | |
| yo we drank till we throw it up | |
| then we show up to the show down | |
| moving in a hollow moon clean off a good sound | |
| move around town ice cubes in the cup drinking all brown | |
| while we bump in James Brown | |
| and we keep it ill sounds | |
| on the back of astroids | |
| I **** with Dan Aykroyd | |
| funny movies on a Sunday | |
| spend time while we listen to Donny Hathaway | |
| free-fallin while nature be calling | |
| free-fallin wild nature be calling | |
| we Freefallin isle nature be calling | |
| no parachute just dimes for the loot | |
| I dig through the rhythm searching for the truth | |
| hotter than a Dragon's tooth | |
| I get it loose that's word to my coupe that I don't know | |
| I'm on my own path flesh blood and bone | |
| no kings or kings queens upon the throne | |
| this life is like a cobblestone | |
| break a niggas legs and tell a sucka hobble home | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
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| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Muddy as **** | |
| Cruddy as **** | |
| Cruddy as **** Cause we Drowning | |
| in the Mississippi | |
| Clowning in the Mississippi | |
| Can’t keep no catfish | |
| Cant eat no catfish | |
| Nor Buffalo either | |
| Sittin on back while I drink on a Lagunitas | |
| bass out these speakers | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Still want to throw a Molotov they styles off | |
| hey yo I never played a game of golf | |
| I tear buildings down while I move through the city | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| in a vacuum looking out my living room | |
| Life is like a cartoon but I'm sharper than a harpoon | |
| see you at high noon | |
| drowning in the Mississippi | |
| swimming in the Mississippi we grow lungs | |
| on the side of these tracks where you lose your life | |
| you never get that shit back like | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| lounging in Mississippi | |
| we heavy as gravity | |
| life is all funny till you peep that tragedy | |
| we all color poetry | |
| heavy as an oak tree | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| Yeah By the base of it | |
| see us at the floodwalls | |
| laughing at the nature as the shit rises yall | |
| full moon to half turnpike | |
| we are on the 101 North goin right | |
| See uson the 55 at an odd time | |
| still hopping over state lines | |
| watching out for one time with a mind full of sunshine | |
| inside the Mississippi | |
| ayo it's winter time in summertime in Mississippi | |
| 9000° beneath the sun and everybody got a gun | |
| and everybody got a gun | |
| so where you from where you from | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| shooting shit at the Mississippi | |
| see us by the base of Cahokia Mounds | |
| lifestyle is real cause smiles and frowns | |
| it's all the inverse ≈≈ it's all the inverse | |
| ≈≈ | |
| Lost Lands life ain't programmed | |
| We bow down to no man | |
| in these Lost lands where this life aint programmed | |
| we bow down to no man | |
| By the base of the Mississippi | |
| Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi | |
| carry ax and a six pack everybody | |
| chilling with a wave cap | |
| like, got a look good for death | |
| I got understand my breath | |
| Moving in the sunlight | |
| vampires don't bite so I keep my | |
| flows in my own eye | |
| by the base of this Mississippi river | |
| jazz music by the base of the Mason Dixon line | |
| I chill with my own time | |
| looking at the sunshine with a box of stolen knives | |
| turning six to nine like | |
| head nod and day drops | |
| ≈ | |
| by the base of head nods and day jobs | |
| everybody got a little heart in they own way | |
| yo I move it on my way | |
| top of the resume reads feng shui | |
| I keep it easy | |
| my mama use to sing fat meat was greasy | |
| hardheads don't believe thee | |
| till that hardhead hits the concrete | |
| so I moved through the system with a bomb beat | |
| ayo we bouncing and lounging check the gevity | |
| Ayo life is so readily heavily | |
| we transmit from the land of stolen Chevys | |
| my number one phrase is get ready | |
| for whatever might happen | |
| change is a constant | |
| walk through the city and I'm hopping over continents | |
| like how do I get to Mars | |
| hey yo I pulled a little soul out the jar | |
| quasars and the suns collapse | |
| while my people sit back conversate over six packs | |
| and as the moons and stars began to intertwine | |
| while I'm on my wine | |
| I got my own type of time | |
| looking at the figure 8 searching for infinity | |
| life is all about turning seconds into centuries | |
| I compose ≈ |
| zuo ci : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| zuo qu : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| MISSISSIPPI | |
| ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61 | |
| ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun | |
| ayo it' s party time | |
| word to my man Stan got the party vibe | |
| but it' s low-key | |
| but it' s low-key | |
| still got the party vibe but it' s low-key | |
| low-key hard as | |
| peace to my people cause we heavy as a dump truck | |
| yo we drank till we throw it up | |
| then we show up to the show down | |
| moving in a hollow moon clean off a good sound | |
| move around town ice cubes in the cup drinking all brown | |
| while we bump in James Brown | |
| and we keep it ill sounds | |
| on the back of astroids | |
| I with Dan Aykroyd | |
| funny movies on a Sunday | |
| spend time while we listen to Donny Hathaway | |
| free-fallin while nature be calling | |
| free-fallin wild nature be calling | |
| we Freefallin isle nature be calling | |
| no parachute just dimes for the loot | |
| I dig through the rhythm searching for the truth | |
| hotter than a Dragon' s tooth | |
| I get it loose that' s word to my coupe that I don' t know | |
| I' m on my own path flesh blood and bone | |
| no kings or kings queens upon the throne | |
| this life is like a cobblestone | |
| break a niggas legs and tell a sucka hobble home | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Muddy as | |
| Cruddy as | |
| Cruddy as Cause we Drowning | |
| in the Mississippi | |
| Clowning in the Mississippi | |
| Can' t keep no catfish | |
| Cant eat no catfish | |
| Nor Buffalo either | |
| Sittin on back while I drink on a Lagunitas | |
| bass out these speakers | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Still want to throw a Molotov they styles off | |
| hey yo I never played a game of golf | |
| I tear buildings down while I move through the city | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| in a vacuum looking out my living room | |
| Life is like a cartoon but I' m sharper than a harpoon | |
| see you at high noon | |
| drowning in the Mississippi | |
| swimming in the Mississippi we grow lungs | |
| on the side of these tracks where you lose your life | |
| you never get that shit back like | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| lounging in Mississippi | |
| we heavy as gravity | |
| life is all funny till you peep that tragedy | |
| we all color poetry | |
| heavy as an oak tree | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| Yeah By the base of it | |
| see us at the floodwalls | |
| laughing at the nature as the shit rises yall | |
| full moon to half turnpike | |
| we are on the 101 North goin right | |
| See uson the 55 at an odd time | |
| still hopping over state lines | |
| watching out for one time with a mind full of sunshine | |
| inside the Mississippi | |
| ayo it' s winter time in summertime in Mississippi | |
| 9000 beneath the sun and everybody got a gun | |
| and everybody got a gun | |
| so where you from where you from | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| shooting shit at the Mississippi | |
| see us by the base of Cahokia Mounds | |
| lifestyle is real cause smiles and frowns | |
| it' s all the inverse it' s all the inverse | |
| Lost Lands life ain' t programmed | |
| We bow down to no man | |
| in these Lost lands where this life aint programmed | |
| we bow down to no man | |
| By the base of the Mississippi | |
| Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi | |
| carry ax and a six pack everybody | |
| chilling with a wave cap | |
| like, got a look good for death | |
| I got understand my breath | |
| Moving in the sunlight | |
| vampires don' t bite so I keep my | |
| flows in my own eye | |
| by the base of this Mississippi river | |
| jazz music by the base of the Mason Dixon line | |
| I chill with my own time | |
| looking at the sunshine with a box of stolen knives | |
| turning six to nine like | |
| head nod and day drops | |
| by the base of head nods and day jobs | |
| everybody got a little heart in they own way | |
| yo I move it on my way | |
| top of the resume reads feng shui | |
| I keep it easy | |
| my mama use to sing fat meat was greasy | |
| hardheads don' t believe thee | |
| till that hardhead hits the concrete | |
| so I moved through the system with a bomb beat | |
| ayo we bouncing and lounging check the gevity | |
| Ayo life is so readily heavily | |
| we transmit from the land of stolen Chevys | |
| my number one phrase is get ready | |
| for whatever might happen | |
| change is a constant | |
| walk through the city and I' m hopping over continents | |
| like how do I get to Mars | |
| hey yo I pulled a little soul out the jar | |
| quasars and the suns collapse | |
| while my people sit back conversate over six packs | |
| and as the moons and stars began to intertwine | |
| while I' m on my wine | |
| I got my own type of time | |
| looking at the figure 8 searching for infinity | |
| life is all about turning seconds into centuries | |
| I compose |
| zuò cí : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| zuò qǔ : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| MISSISSIPPI | |
| ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61 | |
| ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun | |
| ayo it' s party time | |
| word to my man Stan got the party vibe | |
| but it' s low-key | |
| but it' s low-key | |
| still got the party vibe but it' s low-key | |
| low-key hard as | |
| peace to my people cause we heavy as a dump truck | |
| yo we drank till we throw it up | |
| then we show up to the show down | |
| moving in a hollow moon clean off a good sound | |
| move around town ice cubes in the cup drinking all brown | |
| while we bump in James Brown | |
| and we keep it ill sounds | |
| on the back of astroids | |
| I with Dan Aykroyd | |
| funny movies on a Sunday | |
| spend time while we listen to Donny Hathaway | |
| free-fallin while nature be calling | |
| free-fallin wild nature be calling | |
| we Freefallin isle nature be calling | |
| no parachute just dimes for the loot | |
| I dig through the rhythm searching for the truth | |
| hotter than a Dragon' s tooth | |
| I get it loose that' s word to my coupe that I don' t know | |
| I' m on my own path flesh blood and bone | |
| no kings or kings queens upon the throne | |
| this life is like a cobblestone | |
| break a niggas legs and tell a sucka hobble home | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
| We on a party vibe dope and we low-key | |
| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Clouds over Mississippi | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Muddy as | |
| Cruddy as | |
| Cruddy as Cause we Drowning | |
| in the Mississippi | |
| Clowning in the Mississippi | |
| Can' t keep no catfish | |
| Cant eat no catfish | |
| Nor Buffalo either | |
| Sittin on back while I drink on a Lagunitas | |
| bass out these speakers | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| Still want to throw a Molotov they styles off | |
| hey yo I never played a game of golf | |
| I tear buildings down while I move through the city | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| inside of my own sound | |
| in a vacuum looking out my living room | |
| Life is like a cartoon but I' m sharper than a harpoon | |
| see you at high noon | |
| drowning in the Mississippi | |
| swimming in the Mississippi we grow lungs | |
| on the side of these tracks where you lose your life | |
| you never get that shit back like | |
| Drowning in the Mississippi | |
| lounging in Mississippi | |
| we heavy as gravity | |
| life is all funny till you peep that tragedy | |
| we all color poetry | |
| heavy as an oak tree | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| Yeah By the base of it | |
| see us at the floodwalls | |
| laughing at the nature as the shit rises yall | |
| full moon to half turnpike | |
| we are on the 101 North goin right | |
| See uson the 55 at an odd time | |
| still hopping over state lines | |
| watching out for one time with a mind full of sunshine | |
| inside the Mississippi | |
| ayo it' s winter time in summertime in Mississippi | |
| 9000 beneath the sun and everybody got a gun | |
| and everybody got a gun | |
| so where you from where you from | |
| by the base of the Mississippi | |
| shooting shit at the Mississippi | |
| see us by the base of Cahokia Mounds | |
| lifestyle is real cause smiles and frowns | |
| it' s all the inverse it' s all the inverse | |
| Lost Lands life ain' t programmed | |
| We bow down to no man | |
| in these Lost lands where this life aint programmed | |
| we bow down to no man | |
| By the base of the Mississippi | |
| Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi | |
| carry ax and a six pack everybody | |
| chilling with a wave cap | |
| like, got a look good for death | |
| I got understand my breath | |
| Moving in the sunlight | |
| vampires don' t bite so I keep my | |
| flows in my own eye | |
| by the base of this Mississippi river | |
| jazz music by the base of the Mason Dixon line | |
| I chill with my own time | |
| looking at the sunshine with a box of stolen knives | |
| turning six to nine like | |
| head nod and day drops | |
| by the base of head nods and day jobs | |
| everybody got a little heart in they own way | |
| yo I move it on my way | |
| top of the resume reads feng shui | |
| I keep it easy | |
| my mama use to sing fat meat was greasy | |
| hardheads don' t believe thee | |
| till that hardhead hits the concrete | |
| so I moved through the system with a bomb beat | |
| ayo we bouncing and lounging check the gevity | |
| Ayo life is so readily heavily | |
| we transmit from the land of stolen Chevys | |
| my number one phrase is get ready | |
| for whatever might happen | |
| change is a constant | |
| walk through the city and I' m hopping over continents | |
| like how do I get to Mars | |
| hey yo I pulled a little soul out the jar | |
| quasars and the suns collapse | |
| while my people sit back conversate over six packs | |
| and as the moons and stars began to intertwine | |
| while I' m on my wine | |
| I got my own type of time | |
| looking at the figure 8 searching for infinity | |
| life is all about turning seconds into centuries | |
| I compose |
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