I should meditate in traffic
I could vegetate in my hatchback
Hit the DMV for practice, practice
Waitin' in line under hospital lights
Meditate in traffic
I could elevate in my hatchback
If I'd take a bite of the cactus, I would see

Yeah, cómo te llamas
Welcome to Oaxaca (hola)
Finally getting settled
Put my clothes on the cama
When I see him outside, he's floating outta trees
He's got a rattlesnake necklace and another made of beads
Swinging down to his knees
Mr. Spirituality never had such steez
Caballero please
Take me back to the bush, show me how you came to be
Believe me, the juice requires more than a squeeze

What the fuck does that mean?
He could sense I'd never seen, yeah
He could sense I was a skeptic, hectic, shithead, restless
Driving too fast through Connecticut, so

I should meditate in traffic, so
I could vegetate in my hatchback, so
Hit the DMV for practice, practice
Waiting in line under hospital lights, so-oh
Meditate in traffic, so
I could elevate in my hatchback, so-oh
If I'd take a bite of the cactus, I would see

Yeah, sundown and we sit down and he sets out his hammock
Makes no convo, just unfolds a leather pouch with cactus
Brews a sweet tea and peacefully hands a heap to me in ceramic
Takes a small sip and starts to chant some ritual in Spanish
Now I've done this already in an apartment in college
And I don't think that the psychedelic will psyche me out to be calmer
But it turns out that the cactus was a way to make me vomit
He wanted to bring on discomfort so I could finally find my pocket

What the fuck does that mean?
He could sense I was green, yeah
He could sense I was a skeptic, hectic, shithead, restless
Driving too fast through Connecticut, so

I should meditate in traffic, so
I could vegetate in my hatchback, so
Hit the DMV for practice, practice
Waiting in line under hospital lights, so-oh
Meditate in traffic, so
I could elevate in my hatchback, so-oh
If I'd take a bite of the cactus, I would see