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Lawn Chair

 

Lawn Chair

(album: Paloma Beach - 2017)


Wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, the birds sing
Every day I'm working, I make a purchase, I learn things
Money on the dresser, I count the blessings and first things first
Mix the vodka with Tropicana and watch Atlanta
That's the ritual, every morning is dinner food
Know a lotta' people that only eat if it's WIC approved
Used to be stressed
Sick of living it cynical
Used to think that shit was more important cause it's in the news
More propaganda everybody wanna answer
Got people living like they happiness is held for ransom
Mental slavery, where's this train taking me?
Caught up in the matrix, the demons are playing majorly
People in denial and justice is just something they believe
Debating with the devil is futile, he never taking me
I be in the city feeling like I'm on an island man
I be elevating, I don't even need the ganja plant, I

I been chilling in the sky
I been living on my island
Love the feeling when I fly
Love the feeling when I'm vibing
Do it solo all the time
I don't worry bout' the problems
I been living in my mind
I been living in my mind
Lemme live

Neutrality, only believe in gravity
Pour some liquor out for the casualties in the family
Do the speed limit in Brooklyn, I'm driving 30
I never be in a hurry the piggies ain't coming after me
Hooptie in the color red, that car certified
I just wanna live, now I'm feeling like I'm turning wise
Working with my hands, feeling happy cause I'm earning mine
Country boy vision coming from a set of urban eyes
Smoking in the open, fail
Sipping from the Holy Grail
Nothing here for ego tripping people, there ain't shit for sale
Nothing but the scented leaves, flowers as the centerpiece
Unless you the devil, I don't got a single enemy
Me and God cool
I ask her if she can send a breeze
Walking through the city in moccasins, passing memories
Shit that used to drain me, internally gives me energy
Stepping to my demons in confidence like remember me?

I been chilling in the sky
I been living on my island
Love the feeling when I fly
Love the feeling when I'm vibing
Do it solo all the time
I don't worry bout' the problems
I been living in my mind
I been living in my mind
Lemme live

done

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