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