Lyrics:
Bish you better pipe down ah yeah
Bish you better pipe down ah yeah
Bish you better pipe down ah yeah
Bish you better pipe down ah yeah
Bish you
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
you know
Stay low
All my haters so-so broke, pipe down
All these niggas so-so broke (so-so broke)
Pose, bitch
Oh-oh-oh shit
So loaded
Fired up,
Rompiendo el Bajo
sky
dum dum dum dum dum
the the the the business man
the the the the business, man
yeah
440 Studio
Pipe Flowers
Pipe Florez
como
thinks he's a millionaire.
Still thinks he's a millionaire, pipe dreams banish ev'ry care.
Chinatown, my Chinatown
Where the lights are low,
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
Pipe down lil bitch
And I say Pipe down little bitch
And I say Pipe down little bitch
And I say Pipe down little bitch
And I say Pipe down little
prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale.
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way
I know every type of love
Better
thinks he's a millionaire.
Still thinks he's a millionaire, pipe dreams banish every care.
Chinatown, my Chinatown
Where the lights are low,
thinks he's a millionaire.
Still thinks he's a millionaire, pipe dreams banish every care.
Chinatown, my Chinatown
Where the lights are low,
watchie, too much su-su su-su su
Dreadlocks can't smoke him pipe in peace
Too much informers and too much fears
Too much watchie watchie watchie, too
it ima hit it, aye
No nigga pipe down
This is not yo shit
I see these bitches in the club showing tits
Pipe down
This is not yo shit
Hey
Why they 12
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin'
grand
A credit to old Ireland
I am the pipe that others play
Sound and silence crumble away
The vessel shattered on the day
When sound and silence crumble away
Oh, paradise
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
the world
When we meet them all at their need
We can touch them where they are
Help them to believe, touch the world
He's on the pipe and he's got
buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
In
swayin'
One floor below me you don't even know me
I love you
Oh my darling
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe if
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin'
grand
A credit to old Ireland is
I know, I know, the doors won't close,
The pipes all froze, just let it go.
Argue with me, I've got plenty of dishes and time,
Cords in a bind,
stopped up all summer
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Better call the plumber
He'll know what to do
Pipes been blowing up
Pipes been breaking down
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
It's
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