| Yeah, she’s my sweet
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| My sweet and sour, my lemon honey
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| I ran all the way home that night
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| Ran all the way home right back to my mummy
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| Ain’t allowed in the park
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| Exiled, couldn’t even do one keepie uppie
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| The cars on my road almost hit me in a hurry
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| The cars are just a sign of another yuppie
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| Down in the dirt
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| I used to surf with my bucket from Kentucky
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| I had a scratch card, I scratched so hard
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| 'Cause I’m feelin' fuckin' lucky, boy, I’m feelin' so lucky
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| On my tenth birthday, got a puppy
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| Now I’m back in the park with the middle class yobs
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| Tryna get lucky
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| I was little once more
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| Weed smoke made me feel so yucky
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| Pullin' on my brain, born
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| Another fuckin' junkie, born
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| Another fuckin' scum, torn apart
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| I was little once more, weed smoke, agh
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| Oh, I’m stoned again
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| I’m stoned again
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| I’m high again, boy
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| Oh, I’m stoned again
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| I’m stoned again
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| I’m low again
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| Yeah, she’s my sweet
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| My sweet and sour, my lemon honey
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| I ran all the way home that night
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| Ran all the way home right back to her, back to her
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| Down in a high
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| I used to pick up all the pieces and I went home
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| I used to pick her up
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| I used to pick it up
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| I’m stoned again
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| I’m stoned again
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| I’m high again, boy |