I’ve never rolled up on time for a party, in fact thanks to the doobious influence of my good bud Mary Jane, my lateness is  directly proportional to the number of cones punched while I hash over my plans. So it really shouldn’t surprise anyone that during my ritual 420 wake and bake, I smoked myself into the infinite abyss, passed out cuddling the bowl and slept through 420 and my deadline for this playlist. Luckily my chronic forgetfulness is one of my most endearing qualities, and the Stoney Roads office was too high to notice.

Without further ado, here is your soundtrack to make everyday 420.