Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lawn Chair High, artist - Rehab. Album song Graffiti The World, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Lawn Chair High |
Well it’s just another lawn chair high |
It’s just another lawn chair high |
And I’m sittin' in the carport |
Lookin' down the driveway |
Watchin' all the cars go by |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
Hey Reese, check this out |
And while the world trippin' |
I’m sippin' |
I really don’t give a flyin' parapalegic chicken |
watchin' the cars |
we don’t need bars |
we got a garage |
a cooler full of beers |
fuck an entourage |
my life is one big funny mirage |
I slept all day |
and I’m a sit and let the cd play |
my wife is a thousand miles away |
and I’ve got Xaanax all the way |
no work, all play |
my attitude is go away |
I’m talkin' to people |
I’m through with this episode |
I’m workin' on a sequel |
I take my iced coffee with 2 Equal |
I’m too evil |
at least that’s what people think |
you wonder why I drink |
'cause I’ve done it all, seen it all |
and it don’t really matter |
I might as well sit in the carport |
talk shit and get fatter |
It’s just another lawnchair high |
people rollin' by, «Hi» |
look here, don’t die |
Well it’s just another lawn chair high |
It’s just another lawn chair high |
And I’m sittin' in the carport |
Lookin' down the driveway |
Watchin' all the cars go by |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
Hell yeah, got my boombox |
this tune rocks |
the boondocks |
back as well |
packin' the bag of the wacky tobacco |
pack a bowl up |
you can stack or fold up the lawnchair |
I don’t care |
got a brew in the Igloo cooler, too |
plus a barrage of puzzlein' thoughts |
in my garage, guzzelin' Heinekin |
my mind I cannot focus |
'cause I’m blind again |
so find a friend to tell it to |
I’m tryin' to relax, dawg |
I ain’t tryin' to hear about |
the guns, loot and cars |
or one silicone titty, pity |
done tootin', bars |
I’m tryin' to catch the escalator |
to the sun, moon and stars, bra |
you gotta love it, whoo |
like Jimmy Buffet, yeah |
give me some stuff that I can handle |
and fuck it |
and please hold my calls |
'cause I’m out for the night |
mosquito bites and lightnin' bugs |
got neon bars |
you better recamuthafuckinize |
give me that funnel and run along |
youngins |
Well it’s just another lawn chair high |
It’s just another lawn chair high |
And I’m sittin' in the carport |
Lookin' down the driveway |
Watchin' all the cars go by |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
Hell Yeah |
I got it all goin', I know’n |
and there ain’t nothin' that you can |
tell me in this moment |
and I’m hopin' this evening |
I’m leaving all my troubles inside |
while I sit and get by |
with what I really do best |
and if I may suggest you do the same |
which is nothing |
and that ain’t frontin' |
I’m steady comin' with it |
talkin' to myself and all else |
it’s gettin' figured out |
as’n I gets further along |
turn the right into wrong |
change the words to this song |
I know I ain’t singin' along |
but deep inside it feels on |
so I’m a carry on |
sippin', skippin' |
every other idea that |
that runs up in here |
'cause it’s clear, they multiply |
fly back between both of my ears |
and who cares? |
I’ve got a minute if you’re with it |
we can get it |
set it in the chair |
somewhere in the front, out there |
holler in the air |
«WE THE SHIT OVER HERE!» |
Well it’s just another lawn chair high |
It’s just another lawn chair high |
And I’m sittin' in the carport |
Lookin' down the driveway |
Watchin' all the cars go by |
And it’s alright… it's alright |
And it’s alright… it's alright |