Track 5: Ain’t Got a Problem

Well I go out to breakfast every Sunday at an early 2 pm. To catch up with my momma, and recover from last night’s sins. This time she looked in my bloodshot eyes, said “That bottle’s gonna kill you, son. You’re your father’s kid, I’ll never understand why do you drink so much?” Sometimes I drink to remember ... sometimes I drink to forget. Sometimes I drink ‘cause I’m lonely ... and whiskey is my best friend. Most times I drink ‘cause of a simple fact. It ain’t too depressin’, no it ain’t too sad. It makes my head feel funny, it makes me wanna dance. It makes me feel way cooler, than I really am. I ain’t got a problem, but I’m not gonna quit. It makes my head feel funny, give me another sip. She said “Is that feeling worth it, for all the mistakes you’ve made? Just like that stupid tattoo that’s on you for the rest of your days. You used to have a woman, do you ever miss her at all? She was always good to you maybe you should give her a call.” Momma I’ve made mistakes, I’ve been kicked out of bars and I’ve been punched in the face. Regrets? I have more than 10. But this tattoo and a-dumpin’ that woman are not any of them. I said sometimes I drink to remember, and this tattoo, I’ll never forget. Sometimes I drink ‘cause I’m lonely, but I’d rather be lonely than with that bitch. Yeah someday I’ll find another, yeah there’s plenty of fish in the sea. But until then I’m gonna keep on drinkin’ ‘till the bottle’s empty. It makes my head feel funny, it makes me wanna dance. It makes me feel way cooler, than I really am. I ain’t got a problem, but I’m not gonna quit. It makes my head feel funny ... give me another sip. It makes my head feel funny ... give me another sip.