| It all started when the alarm got retarded
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| Blaring off 10 min early what’s the hurry
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| I’m hitting snooze repeatedly, I’ll wake up leisurely
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| The Sealy Posturepedic got me sleeping like immediately
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| We got two bathrooms, I pick the one with less steps
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| Toms of Maine on my teeth to keep my breath fresh
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| All natural, nothing less I confess
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| I’m living like that, got it like that, blessed yes
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| Lackadaisical living I feel driven to do nothing, how ironic
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| Oxymoronic
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| I’m yawning, reading my rss on iPhone
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| Simultaneously bumping the roots from my ihome
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| I roam my room like a typhoon
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| Trying to search for remote, like Nemo I’ll find you
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| Cause God forbid I got to change the channel manually
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| I’m chilling like a rock since Monday its been my fantasy
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| And I feel lackadaisical, yeah that’s how I’m living
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| And I, I just got paid in full, a couple zeros from a million
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| Haha, I feel lackadaisical, yeah that’s how I’m living
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| I never felt so productive, staring at the fan on my ceiling
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| And it goes round and round, round it goes
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| «ring ring» ugh let me get vertical
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| Oh hmm, ignore, it’s nothing personal
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| Not now, I know it sounds terrible
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| But you know the type who chat where hanging ups a miracle
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| I want to relax and kick my feet up
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| Sip Macallans scotch, neat right out a tea cup
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| See umm, the scotch glass is dirty chilling in the sink
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| Sometimes you got to improvise to fill what’s missing in the link
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| And now I’m gets texts «bbq in the park»
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| I can dig it, maybe kick it, and get home before dark
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| Because you don’t want to run into Norteno
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| And be the next pendejo, robbed for all their pesos
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| Hey yo, there’s no guarantees when I’ll get there
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| Right now, I’m lying down plus I got that bed hair
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| Manana I’ll be gunning, running a blaze
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| But today I’m feeling lazy just one of those days
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| And I feel lackadaisical, yeah that’s how I’m living
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| And I, I just got paid in full, a couple zeros from a million
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| Haha, I feel lackadaisical, yeah that’s how I’m living
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| I never felt so productive, staring at the fan on my ceiling
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| And it goes round and round, round it goes |