Lyrics:
Saturday Yeah, those talks from that recliner Those fishing boat one-liners It's his words that mean most to me now Of the things he handed down, down,
That old familiar, meant to kill ya, middle finger, rearview mirror Supposed to make a country boy sad I should be in my recliner, whiskey typing
recliner In this living room She was sitting right there teaching me a prayer All that she knew About the words on the pages About the greatest gift
catch me bummy as fuck or decked out in designer On I-10 West to the desert on a Diavel like a recliner Listen to everything from Electra From
back in his recliner Was struck down What was the time? You promised just a little But you're deep beneath the hills Can you hear me? You inch towards
Your daddy sits in his recliner Wondering what this day will bring Seems Like yesterday was better somehow And today don't mean a thing And as he
recliner Is not a place where dreams are born And your frantic news feed Becomes a window to a world you left Now we choke on our depression pills Live in
But I'm off kickin' feet in the recliner And I think I'm up 'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause
2x Too good to be minor This is that reminder (reminder) Please hit that recliner (recliner) 2x Verse One: Baby what’s the word then? Have you
a recliner 18 hours a day Got no work got no job So I sit and waste my life away Killing all my brain cells One at a time Wishing somehow I'd escape This
the clock, tomfoolery Class clown back in high school I'm in love with designer, expensive taste Lean down in a recliner, stay in place And you know I keep
Yeah chhhh On the way to another mill, all year Gettin' money, all year Big racks right here Sittin' on it like a recliner chair Eastside, just like
I'm gettin' much finer Steady lounging in my Lazy Boy recliner Losing it in traffic amped up on coffee Like kids going wild after school for Mr.
Recliner ain't no dynamo Got opinions nothing to know Baby nobody cares if it is life or death Catch phrases swallowing the news More punchlines
It was Sunday afternoon, I was sunk in my recliner Football game was on Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention The volume down, not
Alessandro Your sis give me head on recliners Your wife wanna throw me vagina I fuck on your aunt, ya mama Got syrup like Aunt Jemima Like the Maple Leaf,
And I let go of all my anxiety, You know youre my lazy boy recliner. I gotta tell you how i'm feeling, I hope you don't take it wrong, You know that
to find Us Sit back yea I got the recliner baby do ya thing Yea I got the recliner Sit back yea I got the recliner baby do ya thing Yea I got the recliner
I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days In
I'm rocking Gucci Uh Huuuh uuh Uh Huuuh uuh Foreign designers in foreign recliners Bad bitch on my case She lovin my face, she lovin my taste She
Sometimes you travel here and there, no matter where you've been Every time you go away, you come back home again I pull my old recliner closer
Forgot how the water was Shaped (was shaped) So I point at my neck To remind her Got your shorty laid back like Recliners (like recliners) She said
watching me Waiting for the time to strike Cuz they think i'm they type I'm in a coupe Seat are recliner Cloth is designer I look like my momma And she on me
Wind up let's go out back right now Back room big tube red light blow out King Recliner yellow house hometown throwing down Living room is set
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