Lawn Chair High Lyrics
| Song | Lawn Chair High |
| Artist | Rehab |
| Album | Graffiti the World [Universal Republic] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Campbell ... | |
| 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 entourrage | |
| 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 (X)anax 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 |
| zuo qu : Brooks, Campbell ... | |
| 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 entourrage | |
| 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 X anax 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Campbell ... | |
| 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 entourrage | |
| 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 X anax 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 |
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