Lyrics of Lucas Wayne – Not Your Papaw’s Pot

Well I had a buddy named Nash
Said he smoked a little hash
One time with Willy Nelson

Said he felt a little funny
Kinda sick to his tummy
But he kept smoking, I’m guessing

Next thing he remembered
He was waking up shivering
Off of interstate 57

Wearing nothing but his socks
And I reckon that he walked
All the way to 7/11

This ain’t your papaw’s pot
No, no, no it’s not
Well it’s a lot more potent
Than what your pappy’s smoking
If you take a hit you better hold on

This ain’t your papaw’s pot
It’ll make you snot
You’ll be cryin’ and a-coughin’
Stumblin’ instead of walkin’
Wondering what the hell’s going on

Well I called my ol’ Pappy
Said he wasn’t really happy
With the way his buds turned out

If you’re looking for some more
Let me drive you to the store
And I’ll show you what it’s all about

He got an ounce of gelato
Man he really hit the lotto
‘Cause you know the stuff is really stout

In the car he started smokin’
And I swear I ain’t a-jokin’
Fell asleep before the joint went out

This ain’t your papaw’s pot
No, no, no it’s not
Well it’s a lot more potent
Than what your pappy’s smoking
If you take a hit you better hold on

This ain’t your papaw’s pot
It’ll make you snot
You’ll be cryin’ and a-coughin’
Stumblin’ instead of walkin’
Wondering what the hell’s going on

You’ll be cryin’ and a-coughin’
Stumblin’ instead of walkin’
Falling to your knees
Think you’ve lost your keys
Don’t panic
You might be manic
What the hell’s going on