Lyrics

ReHab - Southern Discomfort - 08 - Drinkin' Problem

 

i've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
and an empty can i aint got no loochie loochie
and yall don't understand i'm just a simple man
doin' the best i can without no loochie

i'm feelin' that funny fellin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen
for that early morning gin drink it in till my thoughts they become clear
dress my naked air and head the fuck up outta here fightin' traffic
the hot sun be causin' havoc ass stuck to the seat window cracked
can't see passed it the liquor store i just passed it
lookin' back i gotta turn around i can't stop thinkin' exactly
that u-turn the past i leave behind for the ill bumpin'
two busted six by nines and i feel this day to be a good one
of plenty even if i'm thirsty and my pockets are empty

i've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
and an empty can i aint got no loochie loochie
and yall don't understand i'm just a simple man
doin' the best i can without no loochie

come from a long line of alcoholics livin' from toilet to toilet you call it,
i'm callin' hotlines swervin' all over yellow lines drinkin' moonshine
damn was that a stop sign
i ain't doin' good but i'll be fine danno where' s that cheap wine
drunk since 9 guzzlin' boone's farm
trying to stop my shakin' arm
i'm here to stumble the earth and forewarn
7 weeks since i had had shower i black out like you pulled the plug on georgia power
southern discomfort baby seein' pink elephants on down the freeway
the proof on the bottle 180 runnin' out of loochey
and i won't survive if you don't let me borrow another five
i'm a do it anyway if i'm alive

i've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
and an empty can i aint got no loochie loochie
and yall don't understand i'm just a simple man
doin' the best i can without no loochie

spent my last money on a pabst blue ribbon i be gulpin never sippin;
cuz i have to booted out the crib and that's cool
long as i have brew face flush stare at a lush i might bust you in the gums
i gotta problem my life's too up tempo but yo i'm just simple man who's mind is crippled
man it all started at a party and i was only 15
now i can kill a fifth of bacardi and i drink and pass out
wake up ass out and start again i been to aa but hey hey gimme the bottle
12 steppers actin like they never took a swallow
hook: (fade)
i've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
and an empty can i aint got no loochie loochie
and yall don't understand i'm just a simple man
doin' the best i can without no loochie