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