Stoned Again E

Yeah, she's my sweet My sweet and sour My lemon honey I ran All the way home that night I ran all The way home Right back to my mummy Yelling Loud in the park Exile Didn't mean do all The keepy-uppy The cars in my road almost hit Me in a hurry The cars were just a Sign of another uppy Down in the dirt I Used to sort through my pocket for Kentucky I Had a scratchcard I scratched so hard 'Cause I'm Feeling fucking lucky Boy, I'm feeling so lucky On My tenth birthday Got a Buckley Now I'm back In the park With the middle-class yobs Tryna get Lucky I was little when Smally Smalls made me Feel so yucky Put it on my brain Born Another fucking junkie Born another fucking scumbag Torn apart I was little when Smally Smalls had Heart I'm stoned again I'm Stoned again I'm high again Boy I'm stoned Again I'm stoned again I'm Low again Yeah, she's my sweet My sweet and sour My lemon honey I ran All way home that night I ran all the Way home Right back to my, back to my Down in the park I Used to pick up all the pieces And I Went home I used to pick up I used To pick it up I'm stoned again I'm stoned Again I'm high again Boy