Yeah, she's my sweet
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home right back to my mummy
Ain't allowed in the park
Exiled, couldn't even do one keepie uppie
The cars in my road almost hit me in a hurry
The cars are just a sign of another yuppie
Down in the dirt
I used to surf with my bucket from Kentucky
I had a scratch card, I scratched so hard
'Cause I'm feelin' f*ckin' lucky
Boy, I'm feelin' so lucky, on my
Tenth birthday, got a puppy
Now I'm back in the park
With the middle class yobs
Tryna get lucky
I was little once more
Weed smoke made me feel so yucky
Pullin' on my brain, born
Another f*ckin' junkie, born
Another f*ckin' scum
Torn apart
I was little once more
Weed smoke, agh
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
I'm high again, boy
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm low again
Yeah, she's my sweet
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home
Right back to her, back to her
Got me in a high
I used to pick up all the pieces
And I went home
I used to pick her up
I used to pick it up
I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm high again, boy
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Yeah, she's my sweet
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home right back to my mummy
Ain't allowed in the park
Exiled, couldn't even do one keepie uppie
The cars in my road almost hit me in a hurry
The cars are just a sign of another yuppie
Down in the dirt
I used to surf with my bucket from Kentucky
I had a scratch card, I scratched so hard
'Cause I'm feelin' f*ckin' lucky
Boy, I'm feelin' so lucky, on my
Tenth birthday, got a puppy
Now I'm back in the park
With the middle class yobs
Tryna get lucky
I was little once more
Weed smoke made me feel so yucky
Pullin' on my brain, born
Another f*ckin' junkie, born
Another f*ckin' scum
Torn apart
I was little once more
Weed smoke, agh
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
I'm high again, boy
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm low again
Yeah, she's my sweet
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home
Right back to her, back to her
Got me in a high
I used to pick up all the pieces
And I went home
I used to pick her up
I used to pick it up
I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm high again, boy
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home right back to my mummy
Ain't allowed in the park
Exiled, couldn't even do one keepie uppie
The cars in my road almost hit me in a hurry
The cars are just a sign of another yuppie
Down in the dirt
I used to surf with my bucket from Kentucky
I had a scratch card, I scratched so hard
'Cause I'm feelin' f*ckin' lucky
Boy, I'm feelin' so lucky, on my
Tenth birthday, got a puppy
Now I'm back in the park
With the middle class yobs
Tryna get lucky
I was little once more
Weed smoke made me feel so yucky
Pullin' on my brain, born
Another f*ckin' junkie, born
Another f*ckin' scum
Torn apart
I was little once more
Weed smoke, agh
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
I'm high again, boy
Oh, I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm low again
Yeah, she's my sweet
My sweet and sour
My lemon honey
I ran all the way home that night
Ran all the way home
Right back to her, back to her
Got me in a high
I used to pick up all the pieces
And I went home
I used to pick her up
I used to pick it up
I'm stoned again
I'm stoned again
Oh, I'm high again, boy
Writer: Archie Marshall, Ignacio Salvadores
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.