text: Ok, I lost my job last night
  Picked up my paycheck
  But 35% of its gone already cuz Uncle Sam aint get paid yet
  Mom and them bitchin bout this rent
  I aint even gon say shit
  And half of what is left goes to her
   Cuz I aint use that latex, damn
  Cheese sandwich and chips 
  Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota 96 
  Well at least that blunt is lit
  Dont 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 dreamers put your hands in the sky
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  One time
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  One time
  For the bullshit that you came from
  Worked hard to get away from
  But the devils there and you just cant seem to shake em
  Two times
  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, the mind of a stoner
  Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh
  Parents arent doin much now since little brother got locked up
  And 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
  And I cant get with my ex now cuz her ring finger all rocked up,damn
  No one likes you when your 23 without a plan
  Sit around in apartments all day smokin weed and I’m like
  bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
  Till I out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights
  Im talking about red white and blue
  The same color as our flag
  The ones that they say salute
  But the ones thats whoopin my ass
  And the same days that I’m happy
  Is the same days that I’m mad
  Cuz I cant go 24 hours without shit happening to my ass, get high
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  One time
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
  One time
  For the bullshit that you came from
  Worked hard to get away from
  But the devils there and you just cant seem to shake em
  Two times
  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, the mind of a stoner
  Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh
  Rollin up this weed
  Thinkin about life
  And you know what?
  Im good, yeah!