The Devil’s Lettuce Lyrics – The Suburbanists

The Devil’s Lettuce Lyrics by The Suburbanists

Grind it up, pack it up, pass it to the left
It’s burning in the roto, let it go, let it roll
These days pass by, these hours aren’t even mine
Who got the ganj? (f#ck!)

Who got the reefer?
What we gonna do without a little keefer
Let the days go by, until you’re running dry
Blow it all away, blow it all away

It don’t hurt under the haze
Just another cheat just another chief
To take away the pain
Selling just to smoke just to get another toke

Risking all I got and the pork run close
But I got the sweets, baby I do it right
Hit me up anytime you need high
I am not addicted

Just a little
Afflicted
Blow it all away, blow it all away
It don’t hurt under the haze

Just another cheat just another chief
To take away the pain
Just another cheat just another chief
To take away the

Smoke your life away
You know I really like it I really like it that way (x4)
Paranoia *squeal*
I’m gonna find ya *squeal*

Smoke your life away
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The Suburbanists Lyrics – The Devil’s Lettuce

The Suburbanists

The Devil’s Lettuce