Marijuana

Hey, buddy
It's the hair of the miner sheep
From Mandrake, buddy

I imagined a dream that I would live with you
Me and the so-called marijuana walking around
Me taking some hits on it and watching the day break
And going to some folks telling them to fuck off

And she doesn't freak out, doesn't go crazy
She's pure, straight from the bush
She has saved me from several cravings, but she has also seen me get a police car salute

She told me she calmed me down and made me smile in the wee hours
Crazy dark shady path
Made my old man full of anger wanting to beat me up
Dude, why do you smoke?

Sorry, I took a hit, but I'm a hard worker
I only smoked what my pocket planted
Don't trip on me, I'm not a dealer
So you won't be called in for questioning

No stress, I'm relaxed, give me my joint, give me my joint
No stress, give me my joint, I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed
No stress, give me my joint, I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed, just give me my joint
No stress, I'm relaxed, give me my joint, just give me my joint, just give me my joint
Just give me my joint