Stoned Again - King Krule

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 on 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' fuckin' 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 fuckin' junkie, born

Another fuckin' 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

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

Down 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

I’m high again, boy