Datura / White Flowers

There's a tree in the backyard

Where the white flowers grow

There's a black hole in my backyard

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 fucking high

Now listen to me, if you want, you can puff your weed

But guaranteed, this shit will get you like

3 Million times higher from just a seed

Man just a leaf will paralyze a horse

Shit, coke killed a couple 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 kind of shit that calls absinthe a bitch

Some people take acid, but acid takes this

This some ass kicking shit

You really can't imagine

This will make Charlie Sheen look like Charlie Chaplin

And I ain't even tryna lie

You take this shit in January

You'll be lucky if you find your mind by July

Pink pigs flying by, that Pink Floyd kind of high

Kind of like a mix of toilet duck and cyanide

And if you tryna find it, it ain't that hard

Shit it grows on a tree in your backyard

Have a nice day, true, raw

Oh shit (Tom, Tom)

I'm all right, I'm sweet, bruv

I reached up to the tree to pluck some flowers for my teacup

Been tripping out all week and I ain't even touched the reefer

Chewing on a petal while I'm creeping out of Eden

Seeing light beaming, kinda feeling like I'm dreaming

I was told not to touch it, hadn't tried it, couldn't judge it

Felt my mind plummet into nothingness, I loved it

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

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

Saw colors I never seen before

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

Now I think to myself, maybe I just need some more