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 entourrage
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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 Xanax 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
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Lawnchair High
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Rehab |