Everyday Lyrics & Tabs by The Palmer Squares
Everyday
guitar chords lyrics
My alarm is roarin'
But I ain't trynna start my morning yet
I refuse to awaken so I press snooze
Then I move back under the blanket
I smoke a bundle of buds
And it gives me such a wonderful buzz, Yo
It's the summer of love
Ready to roll like the thunder above
Channel surfin' with Terminal K
Nothin' on so we twirl up a J and get high
Just fartin' around
Yo it's really hard to come down when you're so far from the ground, Wow
I stand weary on the corner
Buy a cranberry Arizona
And then I hop on the train
I stand weary on the corner
Buy a cranberry Arizona
And then I hop on the train
Thank the bloodsuckers I ain't gotta drop in my veins
Yeah I walk to the L stop
And take the red line towards Halsted and Belmont
North side to the South and back I travel around the map
Flag down a cab and let's go
Term got a Vega rolled
Yo, me and the dutchie we keep it flavorful
I get up at dawn, take it slow
Lay in bed and listen to talk radio
Everyday I rise with a migraine
Mild aches and fried from the high beams
Everyday fill my eyes up with Visine
But yo, I don't pay no mind to my hygiene
Everyday I try to muffle the feedback
It's me, Ac and a nugget of green crack
Stuck like I jumped in a bucket of tree sap
I doze off to succumb to a weed nap
I hit up Dorthy's Liquors
A stoned forty swigger
In his drawers and slippers
You can find me panhandling
This magnanimous brat makes wax candles drip
I rock forth and back to the beat
And pack weed with the track on repeat you know
Scribblin' down syllables with similar sounds
To spit to the crowd it goes
They tell me "I don't like your tone
Or the way you tightly hold the microphone"
I write a poem
Just to see it shine and glow like a diamond stone
When a lady'll pass
I wonder what her name is thinkin' maybe I'll ask her
But nah, I fall in love multiple times
Copious dimes rolled their eyes when I'm moseying by
Bass head with the treble maxed
Safe sex with my sweaty hand
Hot as a stove top or a bengal match
I smoke pot and call the kettle black
I go to bed and can't sleep right away
So I just lay there and think like
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Thinkin' 'bout departin' to the streets of Monte Carlo
Or thinkin' bout the days of poppin' wheelies on my Haro
Then retreatin' to the park to roll some weed in a cigar Yo
I'm a simple man, I find something that works and stick with that
Like come up with a verse and hit the sack
I'm stuck in my ways with a nuance of crazy
But there's a few things I gotta do on the daily
Eat, shit, sleep, spit, heat, sip tequila
Twist the weed up, kill a beat, kick my feet up
It's a procedure, a pad and a program
Nomad trynna get back to the homeland
People tell me that I need to act like a grown man
Hey, it's ending but let me just say
Nothing changes so nothing ever gets in the way, nah
No different levels to play it's the same game
