Home Brew - Datura/White Flowers lyrics
[Home Brew - Datura/White Flowers lyrics]
Yeah there's a tree in the back yard
Where the (white flowers grow)
There's a black hole in my back yard, where
(id like to go) under the face of the moon
(smiling down at me)
Yeah there's a place in my room, where I
(know that I can be) so high high
Now listen to me, if you want
You can puff your weed
But, I guarantee this shit'll get you like
3 million times higher from just a seed
Man just a leaf will paralyze a horse
Shit coke killed a couple of people
But this killed the dinosaurs
This another kind of force
Bigger than life is
You think that you been high
Before? You haven't tried this
Cause this the kinda shit that
Calls absinthe a bitch
Some people take acid, but acid takes this
This some ass-kickin shit you
Really can't imagine
This'll make charlie sheen look
Like charlie Chaplin
And I ain't even tryna lie (no)
'you take this shit in January
You be lucky if you find your mind by July
'pink pigs flying by
That pink Floyd kinda high
Kinda like a mix of toilet duck, and cyanide
And if you're tryna find it
It ain't that hard
Shit it grows on the tree in the back
Yard have a nice day tu ra
I reached up to the tree to pluck
Some flowers for my tea cup
Tripping out all week and I
Ain't even touch a reefer
'chewing on a petal while I'm
Creepin out of Eden
Seeing light beaming kinda feelin
Like I'm dreaming
I was told not to touch it, had to try
I couldn't judge it
Felt my mind plummet into nothingness
And I loved it and
Wondered if id ever come, back
From this one trip
And if it even mattered, that's one
Hell of a substance
Some colours I never seen before so I tried
To stand up but couldn't even walk
So now I think to myself just
Maybe I might need some more
Maybe I need some sleep maybe I am asleep am
I even breathin or is that the wind?
I wonder if ill ever wake up or stay stuck
In this real life version of fantasia
I'm tryna make up my mind
Whether I'm alive or already dead
Cause, I swear this shit ain't happening
Just all inside my head, what a day tu ra
Where the (white flowers grow)
There's a black hole in my back yard, where
(id like to go) under the face of the moon
(smiling down at me)
Yeah there's a place in my room, where I
(know that I can be) so high high
Now listen to me, if you want
You can puff your weed
But, I guarantee this shit'll get you like
3 million times higher from just a seed
Man just a leaf will paralyze a horse
Shit coke killed a couple of people
But this killed the dinosaurs
This another kind of force
Bigger than life is
You think that you been high
Before? You haven't tried this
Cause this the kinda shit that
Calls absinthe a bitch
Some people take acid, but acid takes this
This some ass-kickin shit you
Really can't imagine
This'll make charlie sheen look
Like charlie Chaplin
And I ain't even tryna lie (no)
'you take this shit in January
You be lucky if you find your mind by July
'pink pigs flying by
That pink Floyd kinda high
Kinda like a mix of toilet duck, and cyanide
And if you're tryna find it
It ain't that hard
Shit it grows on the tree in the back
Yard have a nice day tu ra
I reached up to the tree to pluck
Some flowers for my tea cup
Tripping out all week and I
Ain't even touch a reefer
'chewing on a petal while I'm
Creepin out of Eden
Seeing light beaming kinda feelin
Like I'm dreaming
I was told not to touch it, had to try
I couldn't judge it
Felt my mind plummet into nothingness
And I loved it and
Wondered if id ever come, back
From this one trip
And if it even mattered, that's one
Hell of a substance
Some colours I never seen before so I tried
To stand up but couldn't even walk
So now I think to myself just
Maybe I might need some more
Maybe I need some sleep maybe I am asleep am
I even breathin or is that the wind?
I wonder if ill ever wake up or stay stuck
In this real life version of fantasia
I'm tryna make up my mind
Whether I'm alive or already dead
Cause, I swear this shit ain't happening
Just all inside my head, what a day tu ra