Mind of a stonerOk, I lost my job l

Mind of a stoner
Ok, I lost my job last night, picked up my paycheck
But thirty-five percent of it gone already
‘Cause Uncle Sam get paid yet
Mama now bitchin’ bout this rant
I aint even gon’ say shit
And half of whats left goes to her
Why? cause I aint use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips drinkin’ my Toyota ’96
At least that blunt is lit, they life is what you make it
I’m out trying makin’ money
And ride through my hood as clean as Easter Sunday
That’s whats up
Courtesy of liriklagu.asia
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
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
From the bullshit that you came from
Worked hard to get away from
But the Devils there and you just cant seem to shake em
Long nights that you stayed up, thinkin’ bout that paper
Question, 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
Simple thoughts from a loner
Simple thoughts from a loner

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Cameras are… much now, since little brother got locked up
And Im stuck smokin’ this mid, waitin’ for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl canceled on me, said somethin’ else popped up
And I cant get with my ex now, cause her ring finger all rocked up (damn)
No one likes you when your 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
til I skiiirt on in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights
Red, white, blue, same color as our flag
The ones they say salute, but the ones that’s whoppin’ my ass
And the same days that Im happy, are the same days that Im mad
Cause I cant go twenty-four hours without shit happenin’ to my ass, get high