The Cadillac Three - Devil's Lettuce

One, two, three, and

Lookin' at the clock and there's a four and there's a 20
Puts a smile up on my face 'cause I got a little money
Been a long damn day and I need a little chill
And I'm tryin' not to drink and I'm layin' off the pills
So I call up Stoney 'cause he's heavy on the scale
And he's got that freshy fresh called Purple Fairy Tale
And we rally up the troops and put a record on the spinner
Bob Marley, yeah, that's a winner

Ooh, puff, puff, pass to the left
Hit it, blow it out just like that
Got the best homegrown from Tennessee to Texas
Gettin' higher than Heaven on that devil's lettuce

Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Devil's lettuce, weed smokin'

Lookin' at Bessie looking over at the lava lamp
She said, "It's talkin' to me," then she went and did a face plant
Onto the couch watchin' Dazed And Confused
With Billy and Jimmy it was like a cartoon
Then we got a little munchie so we hopped up in the Cadillac
But not before we rolled a little spliff of shakey, bakey swag
Where ya wanna go? Best food in town
Scattered, smothered, Waffle House

Ooh, puff, puff, pass to the left
Hit it, blow it out just like that
Got the best homegrown from Tennessee to Texas
Gettin' higher than Heaven on that devil's lettuce

Weed smokin'

Ooh, puff, puff, pass to the left
Hit it, blow it out just like that
Got the best homegrown from Tennessee to Texas
Gettin' higher than Heaven on that devil's lettuce

Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Devil's lettuce, weed smokin'

Written by:
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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