Lawnchair High lyrics

Artist  : Rehab 
Song : Lawnchair High



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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 Xanax 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