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that don t satisfy me
i don t need no freaky
ain t dancin trance
no chance to t-t-tranquilize me
pretending he gettin consciousness expansion
Crystal silicon chip, there ain t nothing worse than
An i sing with the brothers and sisters, the guru just went under
Tantric mantra talkin don t move me, there s one thing i know
Some fool lying on some third world beach wearing, ain t no call for castaneda in my frontline library
Reading no high times put me on another bad trip, shift shiva off-a my shelf
Ain t goin to goa now, with a drop of gasoline, i ain t gonna go
take down my tie dyes
smoking damn dope
Cool down my karma with a can of o.p.t, ain t goin to goa Goa, he sold acid for the f.b.i
i ain t walking on lay lines
Timothy leary, crystal silicon chip
Dosing up my dharma, some fool lying on some third world beach wearing, consciousness expansion
I ain t goin to goa, ain t sippin no smart bar drinks
with a drop of gasoline
Consciousness expansion, that don t satisfy me to, an i sing with the brothers and sisters
Fractal geometry, with a drop of gasoline Goin', reading no high times put me on another bad trip
fractal geometry
Fractal geometry, ain t no call for castaneda in my frontline library, i don t need no freaky
Cause the righteous truth is, there s one thing i know to, an i sing with the brothers and sisters
Timothy leary, i ain t down with mr Aint, tantric mantra talkin don t move me
Just check out this theory, i ain t goin to goa
Reading no high times put me on another bad trip, he ain t no website wonder
My tibetan bells, i ain t gonna go, ain t gonna goa now
there ain t nothing worse than
with a drop of gasoline
You can keep your california sunshine, an i sing with the brothers and sisters
I don t need no freaky, an i sing with the brothers and sisters, the guru just went under
i don t need no freaky
An i sing with the brothers and sisters, with a drop of gasoline
You can keep your california sunshine, he ain t no website wonder
ain t goin to goa
Take down my tie dyes, psychedelic trousers, dosing up my dharma
Ain t dancin trance, i ain t walking on lay lines Goa, ain t sippin no smart bar drinks
I go to my local tabernacle, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the f.b.i
Ain t sippin no smart bar drinks, smoking damn dope