Pipe Down - Chris Webby, ANoyd

I’m way too high for this

I don’t got no damn time for this

I’m in another dimension of consciousness

I’m with Lucy in the sky where the diamond is

With the LSD in my perspiration

Smoking that shit that be curing patients

Tuning out any person hating

With the hustle, focus, and determination of a Gary Vaynerchuk

And my fans are up, and they at the show, and they hands are up

Untamed animal, got no handler

They can’t see me, I call them Sand-a-ra

Thinking outside of the Birdbox, no shit Sherlock

Hella bars written in the word doc

Keep my words stocked, never see my words stop

I be on a wave yo, meet me at the surf shop

I fuck around, I fuck around, I fuck around with these flows

But don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around with these hoes

Got a couple pounds, we puffin' loud, so come around for that smoke

Now come get down and get ghost

Hit 'em with a little bit of Eminem, Triggaman, Killa Cam flow

'Cause I been the man, pen in hand, scribblin' notes

(Let's link man, we gotta build, fam)

Um, listen man, listen man, listen man, no

I’m just living in my own damn bubble, I don’t want no trouble

I chill and get stoned

Sitting alone, so leave that bullshit back at home

And zip it, 'cause I’m in my zone

Pipe down, zip it right now

Pass a light 'round, light loud

Blowing white clouds, out of sight, wow

I’ve found that I’m quite high

And it might sound like I’m

Out my right mind

Bitch, don’t kill my vibe

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, shut your fucking face

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, got no time to waste

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, stop, shut your fucking face

Pipe down when that bass drop

I think I’m in the mood for a peanut butter jelly

With a corner cut knife and a tight mouth

Puttin' marijuana in a iCloud

I smell it like The Rock with the eyebrow

Why you gotta shirt inside-out

I don’t need a label

To muffle to a track on the high ground

Other word that you need to pipe down

I’m for sure Sherlock with the pipe now

Flow far out like the picture of a lighthouse

Thoughts in the quill once I put the ink on it

Climbing the city like King-Kong did

It be knocking and I’m running with my shit, ding-dong-ditch

I’m a warrior, you cling on this

And I wouldn’t be surprised if you ringtoned this

I ain’t ever once blink on this

I’ma drink on this

Webby, know I’m gonna shit on this

You could bet a whole bathroom sink on this

So I do it enjoyably

We could hotbox in the bathroom, I’ll bring toiletry

You annoyed with me

Y’all miss me more than public bathroom toilet seat

I was with a chick so plastic, went to the beach and she destroyed the sea

That kinda disappointed me

You say, «who the best?», and they point at me

Came up in the jungle where the lion from

But we never get a trial run

Who here like bite your tongue

Don’t make me the violent one

Zip it like your fly undone

Man pipe down when that bass drop

You got me bored like a skate shop

Don’t be hero, tryna fake fly

I’ma bury your cape up in Cape Cod

Pipe down, zip it right now

Pass a light 'round, light loud

Blowing white clouds, out of sight, wow

I’ve found that I’m quite high

And it might sound like I’m

Out my right mind

Bitch, don’t kill my vibe

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, shut your fucking face

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, got no time to waste

Pipe down

Hold up, wait, stop, shut your fucking face

Pipe down when that bass drop