[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
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
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
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
[Verse 2: ANoyd]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
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
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
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
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