Got drunk in a bar last night and thought about calling you
Maybe were too young and dumb to keep good love from going
Sour
Sour
I tried my best in our chess games
But you cut me down
I tried my best to be patient when you were yelling so loud
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
That San Francisco indian summer
Couldn't stand to argue so I became a runner
Running away feeling free in the breeze
Shouldn't have run but I was begging on my knees to sweeten the
Sour
Sour
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
Jyme - Sour Lyrics
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Got drunk in a bar last night and thought about calling you
Maybe were too young and dumb to keep good love from going
Sour
Sour
I tried my best in our chess games
But you cut me down
I tried my best to be patient when you were yelling so loud
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
That San Francisco indian summer
Couldn't stand to argue so I became a runner
Running away feeling free in the breeze
Shouldn't have run but I was begging on my knees to sweeten the
Sour
Sour
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
Maybe were too young and dumb to keep good love from going
Sour
Sour
I tried my best in our chess games
But you cut me down
I tried my best to be patient when you were yelling so loud
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
That San Francisco indian summer
Couldn't stand to argue so I became a runner
Running away feeling free in the breeze
Shouldn't have run but I was begging on my knees to sweeten the
Sour
Sour
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb
Oo oo pass me the sugar you
Too oo sour for my taste though
You oo tickle my tongue
Too oo much will make it numb