| Well I’m saving up my money
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| Trying to buy transcendental meditation
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| Cause lately all my visions
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| They been keepin' me awake at night
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| Now you might think it’s funny
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| You might think I need a new occupation
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| If I can find my mantra babe
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| I know that everything will be alright
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| Well I spend my money boozin'
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| Writing my name on little pieces of paper
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| I spend all the change
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| Left in my pocket
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| Leaving those generous tips
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| Now I spend my time doing things
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| Aint got nothing to do with my spirit
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| By the time I’m gone to look for it
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| I don’t even know where it went
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| Well I know I aint a loser
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| And I know I aint no square
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| But I’m doin' it just like my daddy did
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| Before he cut off all of his hair
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| Now they got ‘em a spiritual center
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| And I can see it right through the fence
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| But its seventeen hundred dollars
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| Before they’re ever gonna let me in
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| So I try to practice breathing
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| But I can’t seem to get too deep
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| Guided meditation
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| It always makes me fall asleep
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| I can’t afford a guru
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| I can’t even afford the rug
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| And there’s no way in hell I’m going fifteen days
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| Without taking any drugs |