[Hook: Tom]
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..
[Verse 1: Tom]
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..
[Verse 2: Lui]
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
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..
[Verse 1: Tom]
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..
[Verse 2: Lui]
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
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