This song means a lot to me as it helped me through some really difficult times back in the day. Hope you guys like my rendition. Cheers. I also used the iconic hook from Bob Marley's 'Ganja Gun' for the intro :P

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Lyrics:

Woah, oh, ganja, ganja...

I lost my job last night
Picked up my paycheck
But 35% of it's gone already 'cause Uncle Sam ain't get paid yet
Mom and them bitchin' bout this rent
I ain't even gon' say shit
And half of what is left goes to her
'cause I ain't use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips
Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota 96
Well at least that blunt is lit
Don't they say life is what you make it?
Then I'm tryna make it money
And ride through my hood clean as Easter Sunday, that's wassup, uh

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

For the bullshit that you came from
Worked hard to get away from
But the devil's there and you just can't seem to shake em

For those long nights that you stayed up
Thinkin' about that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up

From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh

Parents aren't doin' much now since little brother got locked up
But I'm stuck smokin' this mid
Waiting for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl cancelled on me
Said something else popped up
But I can't get with my ex now
'Cause her ring finger all rocked up, damn,
No one likes you when you're twenty three without a plan
Sit around in apartments all day smokin' weed and I'm like
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Till I speed up in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights

Red white and blue
The same color as our flag
The one they say salute
But the one that's whoopin' my ass
And the same days that I'm happy
are the same days that I'm mad
'Cause I can't go twenty four hours without shit happening to my ass, get high

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky

For the bullshit that you came from
Worked hard to get away from
But the devil's there and you just can't seem to shake 'em

For them long nights that you stayed up
Thinkin' about that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up

From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh

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