Drake – Pipe Down Lyrics

Drake – Pipe Down Lyrics
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    "Pipe Down." - Drake

    Album: Certified Lover Boy
    Track No: 10
    I'm workin' on dyin'
    Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
    It's like home to me
    She belongs to the streets
    It's like home to me
    I tatted your passport up
    Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
    Just know that was all me
    And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
    That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
    That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
    You know I love you more than all them **** put together
    And it's a lot of **** trust, I put the list together
    And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
    You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
    You could never tell nobody that you held me down
    If it was ride or die then you should've been dead right now
    So I don't get how you're yellin' at me
    How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down?
    (Down) How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
    (Pipe down) All the things I've done up until right now
    Right now
    I'd need a thousand pages just to write it down
    Write it down
    Writin' down these feelings, it's been overdue
    Overdue
    Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
    How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down?
    Pipe down
    How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
    Tried to run it back a hundred times
    The world is yours, but the city's mine
    I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
    I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
    'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
    True enough I know you from the other side
    I set my expectations way too high
    Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
    Angel eyes, but you've been givin' me hell all night
    I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
    Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
    Why does your ex think we beefin'? Is that man alright?
    That **** can't even look at me, he fell off twice
    And I'm back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
    I was on your ass like back pockets
    **** love to hate, but what is that stoppin'?
    So much shit I wanted to say straight to your face
    'Cause you're so two-faced that I don't know which face
    You're the reason we'll be goin' separate ways
    You're the reason we cannot communicate
    It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
    I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
    So I don't get how you're yellin' at me
    How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down?
    Down
    How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
    Pipe down
    All the things I've done up until right now
    Right now
    I'd need a thousand pages just to write it down
    Write it down
    Writin' down these feelings, it's been overdue
    Overdue
    Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
    How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down?
    Pipe down
    How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
    Baby, pipe down
    Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Leon Thomas, Robert E. Fairfax III, A. Moamer Hafez, Simon Gebrelul, D. Kastal, A. Walters & L. Camejo.

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