Home Brew feat. Lui Tuiasau Lyrics
"Datura/white Flowers"
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Hook:
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)
There's a place in my room, where I (know that I can be)
So high.. High..
Ah fuckin' high..
Verse 1: (Tom Scott)
Now listen to me, if you want, you can puff your weed,
But I guarantee this shit'll getcha like, three 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 you been high before? You haven't tried this
Cause this the kinda shit that called 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'll 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 your back yard.
Have a nice day. Tu. Ra..
Interlude
Verse 2: (Lui Tuiasau)
I reached up to the tree to plant some flowers for my tea cup.
Been trippin' out a week and I ain't even touched a reefer.
Chewin' on a petal while I'm creepin out of eden.
Seeing light beamin'. Kinda feelin like I'm dreamin,
I was told not to touch it, had to try, I couldn't judge it,
Felt my mind plummet into nothingness and loved it and,
Wondered if I'd ever come, back, from this one trip,
And if it even mattered, thats 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 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 happening just all inside my head.
What a day. Tu. Ra..
(Hook)
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)
There's a place in my room, where I (know that I can be)
So high.. High..
Ah fuckin' high..
Verse 1: (Tom Scott)
Now listen to me, if you want, you can puff your weed,
But I guarantee this shit'll getcha like, three 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 you been high before? You haven't tried this
Cause this the kinda shit that called 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'll 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 your back yard.
Have a nice day. Tu. Ra..
Interlude
Verse 2: (Lui Tuiasau)
I reached up to the tree to plant some flowers for my tea cup.
Been trippin' out a week and I ain't even touched a reefer.
Chewin' on a petal while I'm creepin out of eden.
Seeing light beamin'. Kinda feelin like I'm dreamin,
I was told not to touch it, had to try, I couldn't judge it,
Felt my mind plummet into nothingness and loved it and,
Wondered if I'd ever come, back, from this one trip,
And if it even mattered, thats 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 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 happening just all inside my head.
What a day. Tu. Ra..
(Hook)