Lazy day

I felt the grass on my chest in the open field And I knew there was nothing left for me to feel Airplanes above cross the sky under a haze In the morning time we didn't think about our days The wind...

Well it's the lazy days, what? The lazy days I'm sittin' back in my lounge chair stone cold maxin' Thinkin' 'bout the next MC I'm gonna wax In concert, goin' beserk, but not today Today I'm cold...

Well it's halfway through the morning When I finally get up I'm fumbling and I'm yawning and I brew myself a cup I rush and get some clothes on Rag a brush across my hair Go down and check the mailbox...