Meditation from Whiskey Class by Whiskey Class

Meditation - never really works on me

Temptation - open eyes will only see

Consideration - perfect I’ll never be

Moderation - a boring philosophy



Wake up late, for what’s the point

Another click bait, roll the perfect joint

Sights and sounds, of a city alive

Faith not found, in the pity of lies



Loosing track of time , while trying to find

That Frame of mind, that I can get behind

No more worries, yet always in a hurry

Just follow the design, of fellow mankind



Meditation - never really works on me

Temptation - open eyes will only see

Consideration - perfect I’ll never be

Moderation - a boring philosophy



I got online, To see how I am doing

With my life, Looks like I am going to die

This kinda freaks me out, I’m not gonna lie

But they don’t know what, They’re talking about



I don’t get along, With a song that you

can’t Sing along, And get your groove on to

Before it’s all gone, Sometimes I forget

That we can make it better

If we all come together



Meditation - never really works on me

Consideration - perfect I’ll never be

Temptation - open eyes will only see

Moderation - a boring philosophy

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