“HERBAL LAYOVER”
Shout out your name to my God.
I know the fame you’ve cultivated.
I only wish to buy your trade,
and here you go, It’s on the tips of tongues.
Take it wisely you, will, be,
Dropped in haze, you don’t know where you are,
take another little drop on the way to work.
And you’re putting up the tent and you start the fire (wow).
I don’t know, I don’t see, I just understand nothing is right.
Things are starting to turn into an herbal layover.
Doesn’t seem right, things are turning into anherbal layover.
I want to help you so bad, time in the only healer they say,
talk to the medicine man,
I’ve got fast lips and you can’t touch them, see how they move so fast.
You can’t get in my way, I want your haze.
In your herbal layover, the Indians will say.
Things are starting to turn into an herbal layover.
Doesn’t seem right, things are turning into an herbal layover.
herbal lay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay, ay, ay …
Ooh, I want your body, can’t take enough, even though it seems so scary.
I just want an herbal medicine. Taken care of your junk.
I want your herbal layover. Just an herbal layover.
Just an herbal layover.
Things are starting to turn into an herbal layover.
Doesn’t seem right, things are turning into an herbal layover.
Written by Daniel Victor (1996)
Recorded by Ductape Halo on “1996 4-track”