Datura / White Flowers (feat. Lui Tuiasau)

Yeah, there's a tree in the back yard

Where the white flowers grow

There's a black hole in my back yard

Where I 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

I

(High)

Ah, fuckin' high, yeah, yeah

Now listen to me

If you want you can puff your weed

But guarantee this shit'll get you like three million times higer

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 is another kind of force

Bigger than life is

You thinkin' you been high before?

You're gonna try 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 kind of high

Kinda like a mix of toilet duck and cyanide

And if you're trying to find it, it ain't that hard

Shit it grows on the tree in your back yard

Have a nice day, too-ra

Oh shit, aw

(Talk, talk to me)

Oh, man, I'm on three puffs

I reached up to the tree to pluck some flowers for my tea cup

Trippin' out all week and I ain't even touch a reefer

Chewin' on a petal while I'm creepin' out of Eden

Seein' light beaming, kinda feelin' like I'm dreaming

I was told not to touch it, had to try it, I couldn't judge it

Felt my mind plummet into nothingness, I loved it, and

Wondered if I'd ever come back from this one trip

And if it even mattered, that's one hell of a substance

Some colors I never seen before (So)

So I tried to stand up, but couldn't even walk

Now I think to myself, "Maybe I just need some more"

Maybe I need some sleep, maybe I am asleep am

I even breathin' or is that the wind?

I wonder if I'll ever wake up or stay stuck

In this real life version of Fantasia

I'm tryna make up my mind if I'm alive, or already dead

'Cause I swear this shit ain't happenin' just all inside my head

What a day, too-ra

And there's a tree in the back yard

Where the white flowers grow

There's a black hole in my back yard

Where I 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

I

(High)

Ah