Drunk WIthout Drinking
Buck 65 Lyrics


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Hey boys, I've come a long way
Along in the sun and the rain

What am I doing here? No-star hotel
Wasting my wealth
Telling myself to go to hell
Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
Do noyt disturb sign hangin' on the door knob
Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
My cruelty is dependable
And my ugliness is rugged
Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
In the distance I can hear a kid
Singing a Christmas carol
And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing
Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
Me of all people, my mind's in a tail-spin
I'm just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn't
She said I'm a way better lover than her husband

I've had a whole lot of fights
Along in the sun and the rain

Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere
In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
Lookin' at myself in the mirror
I'm at a loss for words
I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
Holding my face in my hands like fine China...
I've seen a whole of towns
Along in the sun and the rain

We met up again, went undercover literally
I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
Physics and photography, a little Russian history
Everything about her to me was such a mystery
I gave her the once over
She gave me the blood blister
She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her
Call me mister
Crucial inspiration
All she wanted was my lust and useful information
What am I putting myself through this crap for?
Feels like I'm standing on top of a trap door
Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
Scavenger-hunter my life is a folding chair
My daily routine is down to a system
I give regular people truth and wisdom
That's what I do, it's my job, the prophet/profit
I can see the future and make money off it





I've kissed a whole lot of lips
Along in the sun and the rain

Overall Meaning

In Buck 65's “Drunk Without Drinking” the singer describes a desperate life on the road, feeling as if he's “going backwards to nowhere in another man's shoes instead of my own pair” and staying in a “no-star hotel, wasting my wealth, telling myself to go to hell.” The singer is in emotional and physical pain, with his arm in a cast and his heart feeling as dry as a corncob. He's also burdened by his memories, with “my whole life in my luggage” and a “pillow [that] still smells like the secrets of my visitor”. The singer is clearly in a dark place, feeling guilty, ashamed, and alone, and indulging in bad habits like smoking and drinking to dull his emotions.


Throughout the song, the singer seems to oscillate between moments of clarity and moments of confusion. He is acutely aware of his own flaws, acknowledging that his “cruelty is dependable / And [his] ugliness is rugged", but he is also able to see beauty and meaning even in the midst of his pain. The “terrible, gorgeous, and sinister” world around him is juxtaposed with a distant boy singing a Christmas carol - a moment of innocence and hope that stands in stark contrast to the singer's own feelings. Similarly, the singer seems to feel a sense of shame and self-disgust when he thinks of his illicit relationship with a married woman, but he also seems to feel a sense of genuine love for her. He describes her as a “mystery” and a source of “crucial inspiration,” even as he acknowledges that she only wants his “lust and useful information."


Ultimately, “Drunk Without Drinking” is a song that captures the complexity and messiness of human emotions. The singer is struggling with feelings of guilt, shame, and loneliness, but he is also capable of seeing moments of beauty and hope in the world around him, even as he tries to numb his pain with bad habits like drinking and smoking.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey boys, I've come a long way
I've been through a lot and I'm still here


Along in the sun and the rain
I've experienced good and bad times


What am I doing here? No-star hotel
I'm feeling lost and staying in a cheap motel


Wasting my wealth
I'm making bad financial decisions


Telling myself to go to hell
I'm struggling with negative self-talk


Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
I'm physically and emotionally hurt


Do noyt disturb sign hangin' on the door knob
I don't want to be bothered


Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
I'm mentally checked out and carrying my past with me


My cruelty is dependable
I can be mean and people expect that from me


And my ugliness is rugged
I have rough and unattractive qualities


Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
I'm still smoking, even though I know I shouldn't


In the distance I can hear a kid
I can hear something faint in the background


Singing a Christmas carol
It's a festive time of year


And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
I'm experiencing conflicting emotions


The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
I'm still thinking about a recent sexual encounter


Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing
I'm keeping this to myself


Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
I got physically hurt during sex


Me of all people, my mind's in a tail-spin
I'm surprised that I'm feeling this way


I'm just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
I have a mundane job


Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn't
I have mixed feelings about myself


She said I'm a way better lover than her husband
I'm having an affair with a married woman


I've had a whole lot of fights
I've been in many arguments and conflicts


Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere
I feel directionless and stuck


In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
I'm pretending to be someone else


I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
I'm keeping our relationship a secret and always available for her


I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
I look weak and vulnerable but feel powerful on the inside


I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
I thought I had nothing left, but then she gave me hope


Lookin' at myself in the mirror
I'm reflecting on myself


I'm at a loss for words
I'm speechless


I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
I'm skilled at what I do but not happy doing it


Holding my face in my hands like fine China...
I'm handling myself delicately


I've seen a whole lot of towns
I've traveled to many places


We met up again, went undercover literally
We met secretly


I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
We shared stories about our travels


Physics and photography, a little Russian history
We talked about various topics


Everything about her to me was such a mystery
I'm intrigued by her


I gave her the once over
I looked at her up and down


She gave me the blood blister
She presented me with an obstacle


She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her
I'm developing feelings for her


Call me mister
I'm asserting myself


Crucial inspiration
She's motivating me


All she wanted was my lust and useful information
She's only interested in sex and my knowledge


What am I putting myself through this crap for?
I'm questioning why I'm continuing with this situation


Feels like I'm standing on top of a trap door
I'm in a dangerous position


Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
I'm lost and tied to this woman


Scavenger-hunter my life is a folding chair
I feel like a scavenger and my life is falling apart


My daily routine is down to a system
I have a set way of doing things


I give regular people truth and wisdom
I share my knowledge with others


That's what I do, it's my job, the prophet/profit
I make a living by being insightful


I can see the future and make money off it
I'm good at predicting things and profiting from it


I've kissed a whole lot of lips
I've been with many people


Along in the sun and the rain
Through all kinds of weather and situations




Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: CHARLES WISHART AUSTIN, GRAEME ROSS CAMPBELL, RICHARD TERFRY

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