| Song | Three feet high reefer |
| Artist | Kid Loco |
| Album | Kill your darlings |
| 作词 : Kid Loco | |
| I used to smoke in the morning | |
| A three feet high reefer | |
| I used to smoke in the morning | |
| A three feet high reefer | |
| And all my friends | |
| They call me the Viper | |
| And once the sergeant caught me | |
| With my reefer in my hand | |
| Yeah once the sergeant caught me | |
| With my reefer in my hand | |
| But please, Lord, believe me | |
| I did not kill a man | |
| Cos I don't use | |
| The needle or cocaine | |
| No I don't use | |
| The needle or cocaine | |
| So please, Lord, release me | |
| Cos I am not your man | |
| But the judge told me | |
| It's like booming a bank | |
| Yes the judge told me | |
| It's like booming a bank | |
| So I said, Lord, | |
| I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be your man | |
| I rolled my three feet high reefer | |
| And blew the smoke at his head | |
| I rolled my three feet high reefer | |
| And blew the smoke at his head | |
| Cos if I had to go to jail | |
| I'll get him mad in his brain | |
| But the judge shed a big hot tear | |
| On to the window pane | |
| But the judge shed a big hot tear | |
| On to the window pane | |
| Took a one last sniff | |
| And got high up in the air | |
| Took a one last sniff | |
| And got high up in the air |
| zuò cí : Kid Loco | |
| I used to smoke in the morning | |
| A three feet high reefer | |
| I used to smoke in the morning | |
| A three feet high reefer | |
| And all my friends | |
| They call me the Viper | |
| And once the sergeant caught me | |
| With my reefer in my hand | |
| Yeah once the sergeant caught me | |
| With my reefer in my hand | |
| But please, Lord, believe me | |
| I did not kill a man | |
| Cos I don' t use | |
| The needle or cocaine | |
| No I don' t use | |
| The needle or cocaine | |
| So please, Lord, release me | |
| Cos I am not your man | |
| But the judge told me | |
| It' s like booming a bank | |
| Yes the judge told me | |
| It' s like booming a bank | |
| So I said, Lord, | |
| I' m gonna be, I' m gonna be your man | |
| I rolled my three feet high reefer | |
| And blew the smoke at his head | |
| I rolled my three feet high reefer | |
| And blew the smoke at his head | |
| Cos if I had to go to jail | |
| I' ll get him mad in his brain | |
| But the judge shed a big hot tear | |
| On to the window pane | |
| But the judge shed a big hot tear | |
| On to the window pane | |
| Took a one last sniff | |
| And got high up in the air | |
| Took a one last sniff | |
| And got high up in the air |