sour on

People are mean, this world is mean to me the people I care about most turn sour on me

What a clown What a cannibal you're planning to make me your echo but it's gonna turn sour on you

Alcohol on the table, brick in my hand; silver my teeth, golden in my pocket I make you sad, don't be happy to early I sour on if there is no struggle If every cloud has a silver lining

Austin La! La! La what? La Marasch!

You came around a couple times, but we ain't never dated I know that you was fuckin' broke, but I ain't never say shit The whole world can go sour on me, I'm never changin' Locked and loaded, I'm ready to go, one in the chamber

Cause you need to know Better come quick cause it's seasonal Sour on top but it's sweet below But how many licks til you reach it though?

Time moves with the times: it flies. One barely wrote six poems And half a year has passed And feels like history.

I hurt for all The bundle of myrrh turned sour on me When my beloved said in song

This heavy metal beatin' on your brain is gonna crush Oh, what a rush like a million woman Sour on the crush with all of you lemons

Kind-hearted are you, I'm the love sick He who dies for a friend am I You with your sweet nonchalant behaviour don't go sour on my heart Don't please anyone except me

Turn me around only to- Turn me around only to speak Whiskey sour on your breath Don't want you any less

Now that I gave up my drinking days It’s been two years, no Jack to blame Since I went sour on those Swisher Sweets I guess all that’s left is me

(Whatever!) I gotta start studying now Pile all the food that are sweet or sour on top of each other Whether you like or dislike it, I'll leave this behind (thank you!)

I'm partly cloudy But I still have hope I'm sour on the world Enough of this pain

But the doggone fools Turned sour on me I'm so unhappy

Think you’re gonna be surprised What looks so sugar and sweet Could be sour on the inside Oh, now I heard you were complaining

Let us laugh as much as we can So as to be even-tempered A gloomy mind, sour on everything Is a torment for all around it

You left me alone Sour on my tongue Sweet like bubblegum

These days are trying and smiling isn’t easy But even little Somerset stands strong While the men up in high places Close their eyes and turn their faces

Guns singing like Ron and Isley, bitch (haha) Big house in the woods [Woods], on some Tiger shit (ayy) Smoking sour, on my limon [lemon] shit (dope) This bitch do what I say, on my Simon shit