Eiffa Tower Lyrics
| Song | Eiffa Tower |
| 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 | |
| Eiffa Tower | |
| Still Still instilled | |
| I go spelunking | |
| **** your function | |
| I'll show up with 2 pounds of onions | |
| for all these assholes | |
| and I sit by the flask and I don't need no pull | |
| unless it's rolled up tight | |
| no oregano for a stormy night | |
| ayo it's allright yo it's all wrong | |
| I breathe inside of my own song | |
| still want to pop still want to get it | |
| I'm moving inside my own exquisite | |
| froze to the point that these suckers won't visit | |
| touch it one time homie and i hope that you’re with it | |
| well if not well I keep my own sauce | |
| middle finger to the boss let me throw on Molotov | |
| ‘cause they gon’ venture off, when I move it's never sloppy | |
| step up a passion from a mother****ing hobby | |
| we brew like an oak tree | |
| yo notice me they still want to move this smooth | |
| want to see inside of an avalanche no chance | |
| still got my own rhythm and my own stance | |
| because I'm heavy as an avalanche | |
| Ayo Golden Girls word to blanch | |
| I like freaks any way of the week | |
| ones in yoga pants and butt cheeks | |
| all about Butkus what’s this | |
| moving inside of my own list | |
| because it goes A to B, A to B, 1 to 3 | |
| I move with immaculate energy | |
| because it can't be copied and my flows and sloppy | |
| word to the rhythm and I still want to get | |
| something inside my rhythm don't hit | |
| still want to move inside of my own ship | |
| just a pirate moving in a climate thats irate | |
| everybody boost them but I'm not about illusions | |
| still want to say that shit straight my gate | |
| my Lord why they wanna hate on | |
| a mother****er with the rhythm that’s so on | |
| so on point but I still rolled a joint | |
| I move like Moses don't anoint | |
| cause split red seas with a whole lot of empathy | |
| no energy plus no enemy can ever really conquer me | |
| I'm just a don’t be conquerer taking over goals Homie | |
| everybody's moving but for me they all baloney | |
| caused it's all synthetic and processed meats | |
| when we meet its about organic beats | |
| because I'm moving in a city where giant tent to meet | |
| stepping over mother****ers on the concrete | |
| because it's heavy as a Chevy | |
| its unrolled that’s the reason why its hotter | |
| than the butter on your grandmothers buisicut roll | |
| on sunday morning where you wake up yawning | |
| we just been up on me | |
| and we been up homie | |
| cause space and time seems to bend up homie | |
| when on the down but we moving on the ground | |
| that’s the reason why you feel the vibration in the sound | |
| heavy bass when they meet they own fate | |
| they look surprised when I look in they eyes | |
| because they never have to see never could they really tell | |
| ayo we harder than a coffin nail | |
| we just sit back and inhale and speak so well | |
| that's the reason why we moving hella fresh and they stale | |
| we tip the scales | |
| I'm all about the rhythm let me read it in braille | |
| because it's bounce every time that I get it every time | |
| and I'm all about the rhythm let me get my lime | |
| plus tekate nah you can keep that dog | |
| I need a lagunitas homie and I never miss my day job | |
| ≈ | |
| yo we leaning like the Eiffel | |
| I got another eyeful | |
| I like the Eisley's | |
| I like Donald Byrd | |
| I like John coal train underneath summer rain | |
| that's why I hijacked the rhythm like Jesse James | |
| I got my own angst homie and my own tanks | |
| make us up to take a long walk off a short plank | |
| to the goddess got to give ranks | |
| about the rhythm inside of a shark tank | |
| I breath with these vipers moving in the night | |
| they like David Hasselhoff some nights i got | |
| ≈≈≈ |
| zuo ci : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| zuo qu : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| Eiffa Tower | |
| Still Still instilled | |
| I go spelunking | |
| your function | |
| I' ll show up with 2 pounds of onions | |
| for all these assholes | |
| and I sit by the flask and I don' t need no pull | |
| unless it' s rolled up tight | |
| no oregano for a stormy night | |
| ayo it' s allright yo it' s all wrong | |
| I breathe inside of my own song | |
| still want to pop still want to get it | |
| I' m moving inside my own exquisite | |
| froze to the point that these suckers won' t visit | |
| touch it one time homie and i hope that you' re with it | |
| well if not well I keep my own sauce | |
| middle finger to the boss let me throw on Molotov | |
| ' cause they gon' venture off, when I move it' s never sloppy | |
| step up a passion from a mother ing hobby | |
| we brew like an oak tree | |
| yo notice me they still want to move this smooth | |
| want to see inside of an avalanche no chance | |
| still got my own rhythm and my own stance | |
| because I' m heavy as an avalanche | |
| Ayo Golden Girls word to blanch | |
| I like freaks any way of the week | |
| ones in yoga pants and butt cheeks | |
| all about Butkus what' s this | |
| moving inside of my own list | |
| because it goes A to B, A to B, 1 to 3 | |
| I move with immaculate energy | |
| because it can' t be copied and my flows and sloppy | |
| word to the rhythm and I still want to get | |
| something inside my rhythm don' t hit | |
| still want to move inside of my own ship | |
| just a pirate moving in a climate thats irate | |
| everybody boost them but I' m not about illusions | |
| still want to say that shit straight my gate | |
| my Lord why they wanna hate on | |
| a mother er with the rhythm that' s so on | |
| so on point but I still rolled a joint | |
| I move like Moses don' t anoint | |
| cause split red seas with a whole lot of empathy | |
| no energy plus no enemy can ever really conquer me | |
| I' m just a don' t be conquerer taking over goals Homie | |
| everybody' s moving but for me they all baloney | |
| caused it' s all synthetic and processed meats | |
| when we meet its about organic beats | |
| because I' m moving in a city where giant tent to meet | |
| stepping over mother ers on the concrete | |
| because it' s heavy as a Chevy | |
| its unrolled that' s the reason why its hotter | |
| than the butter on your grandmothers buisicut roll | |
| on sunday morning where you wake up yawning | |
| we just been up on me | |
| and we been up homie | |
| cause space and time seems to bend up homie | |
| when on the down but we moving on the ground | |
| that' s the reason why you feel the vibration in the sound | |
| heavy bass when they meet they own fate | |
| they look surprised when I look in they eyes | |
| because they never have to see never could they really tell | |
| ayo we harder than a coffin nail | |
| we just sit back and inhale and speak so well | |
| that' s the reason why we moving hella fresh and they stale | |
| we tip the scales | |
| I' m all about the rhythm let me read it in braille | |
| because it' s bounce every time that I get it every time | |
| and I' m all about the rhythm let me get my lime | |
| plus tekate nah you can keep that dog | |
| I need a lagunitas homie and I never miss my day job | |
| yo we leaning like the Eiffel | |
| I got another eyeful | |
| I like the Eisley' s | |
| I like Donald Byrd | |
| I like John coal train underneath summer rain | |
| that' s why I hijacked the rhythm like Jesse James | |
| I got my own angst homie and my own tanks | |
| make us up to take a long walk off a short plank | |
| to the goddess got to give ranks | |
| about the rhythm inside of a shark tank | |
| I breath with these vipers moving in the night | |
| they like David Hasselhoff some nights i got | |
| zuò cí : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| zuò qǔ : Christopher Burch Stan Chisholm | |
| Eiffa Tower | |
| Still Still instilled | |
| I go spelunking | |
| your function | |
| I' ll show up with 2 pounds of onions | |
| for all these assholes | |
| and I sit by the flask and I don' t need no pull | |
| unless it' s rolled up tight | |
| no oregano for a stormy night | |
| ayo it' s allright yo it' s all wrong | |
| I breathe inside of my own song | |
| still want to pop still want to get it | |
| I' m moving inside my own exquisite | |
| froze to the point that these suckers won' t visit | |
| touch it one time homie and i hope that you' re with it | |
| well if not well I keep my own sauce | |
| middle finger to the boss let me throw on Molotov | |
| ' cause they gon' venture off, when I move it' s never sloppy | |
| step up a passion from a mother ing hobby | |
| we brew like an oak tree | |
| yo notice me they still want to move this smooth | |
| want to see inside of an avalanche no chance | |
| still got my own rhythm and my own stance | |
| because I' m heavy as an avalanche | |
| Ayo Golden Girls word to blanch | |
| I like freaks any way of the week | |
| ones in yoga pants and butt cheeks | |
| all about Butkus what' s this | |
| moving inside of my own list | |
| because it goes A to B, A to B, 1 to 3 | |
| I move with immaculate energy | |
| because it can' t be copied and my flows and sloppy | |
| word to the rhythm and I still want to get | |
| something inside my rhythm don' t hit | |
| still want to move inside of my own ship | |
| just a pirate moving in a climate thats irate | |
| everybody boost them but I' m not about illusions | |
| still want to say that shit straight my gate | |
| my Lord why they wanna hate on | |
| a mother er with the rhythm that' s so on | |
| so on point but I still rolled a joint | |
| I move like Moses don' t anoint | |
| cause split red seas with a whole lot of empathy | |
| no energy plus no enemy can ever really conquer me | |
| I' m just a don' t be conquerer taking over goals Homie | |
| everybody' s moving but for me they all baloney | |
| caused it' s all synthetic and processed meats | |
| when we meet its about organic beats | |
| because I' m moving in a city where giant tent to meet | |
| stepping over mother ers on the concrete | |
| because it' s heavy as a Chevy | |
| its unrolled that' s the reason why its hotter | |
| than the butter on your grandmothers buisicut roll | |
| on sunday morning where you wake up yawning | |
| we just been up on me | |
| and we been up homie | |
| cause space and time seems to bend up homie | |
| when on the down but we moving on the ground | |
| that' s the reason why you feel the vibration in the sound | |
| heavy bass when they meet they own fate | |
| they look surprised when I look in they eyes | |
| because they never have to see never could they really tell | |
| ayo we harder than a coffin nail | |
| we just sit back and inhale and speak so well | |
| that' s the reason why we moving hella fresh and they stale | |
| we tip the scales | |
| I' m all about the rhythm let me read it in braille | |
| because it' s bounce every time that I get it every time | |
| and I' m all about the rhythm let me get my lime | |
| plus tekate nah you can keep that dog | |
| I need a lagunitas homie and I never miss my day job | |
| yo we leaning like the Eiffel | |
| I got another eyeful | |
| I like the Eisley' s | |
| I like Donald Byrd | |
| I like John coal train underneath summer rain | |
| that' s why I hijacked the rhythm like Jesse James | |
| I got my own angst homie and my own tanks | |
| make us up to take a long walk off a short plank | |
| to the goddess got to give ranks | |
| about the rhythm inside of a shark tank | |
| I breath with these vipers moving in the night | |
| they like David Hasselhoff some nights i got | |
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