Three Sheets To The Wind
Sage Francis Lyrics


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Had one too many one way conversations
With the licky licky lord
'till I grew a scissor tongue
And c-c-cut the cord
Put the phone on the floor
Attach the wires in my head
Took awhile to except that that line was dead
Didn't ever wanna not live forever
Didn't ever wanna not live forever
Didn't ever wanna not live forever
Didn't ever wanna not not wanna live

Didn't matter if the laughter didn't come after the bad joke,
If I was down with the filthy rich or flat broke,
Accepted by the Aryans or black folk
Cause I was carrying this weight until my back broke,
Wasn't trying to be no hip hop god a raps goat
Shootin' to be a rock star like its my last hope
I ball in that pack of smokes do me in!
Graduatin' on the crack coc do me in!
Knocked of a paddle boat in the middle of the castle moat
Kings men are yelling grab the rope!

Three sheets to the wind three!
Three sheets to the wind!

I talk like a sailor my mother is one
That's why I got this sick sense of direction
And my split tongue taught me how to go with the flow
When the winds come curled up in a ball and tried to hide
As I kicked them while the crew is gettin' piss drunk
I had to purify my own and drink up I had to save




And conserve recycle my salty words to keep the meat
On my bones all business is served

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sage Francis's song "Three Sheets To The Wind" is a commentary on the artist's relationship with alcohol and his struggle with his own mortality. The first verse starts off with the singer having too many late-night phone conversations with the "licky licky lord," or alcohol, until he metaphorically cuts the cord and starts to come to terms with his addiction. He then acknowledges his desire to live forever, but paradoxically also wants to die, represented by the line "Didn't ever wanna not not wanna live." In the second verse, the artist talks about his desire to be a rock star and describes the dangers of his lifestyle, such as smoking and doing drugs. The chorus, "Three sheets to the wind," is slang for being heavily intoxicated and serves as a metaphor for the artist's state of mind.


The song is a commentary on the artist's personal struggles, but it is also a commentary on society's relationship with alcohol and addiction. The lyrics describe how addiction can consume a person's life and make them feel invincible, but in reality, it is slowly killing them. The metaphor of the "licky licky lord" illustrates how addictive substances take control of a person's life, and the line "Three sheets to the wind" describes the feeling of being lost and out of control.


Line by Line Meaning

Had one too many one way conversations
I've talked to myself a lot


With the licky licky lord
While under the influence of alcohol


'till I grew a scissor tongue
I became more critical of myself and others


And c-c-cut the cord
I let go of past relationships and connections


Put the phone on the floor
I disconnected from social interactions


Attach the wires in my head
I focused on my own thoughts and ideas


Took awhile to except that that line was dead
It took some time to accept that old patterns were no longer relevant


Didn't ever wanna not live forever
I never wanted to face my own mortality


Didn't ever wanna not not wanna live
I was afraid of being depressed or suicidal


Didn't matter if the laughter didn't come after the bad joke,
I didn't care if people didn't find me funny


If I was down with the filthy rich or flat broke,
I didn't care about social status or wealth


Accepted by the Aryans or black folk
I didn't care about racial identity or discrimination


Cause I was carrying this weight until my back broke,
I was carrying emotional baggage until it became too much


Wasn't trying to be no hip hop god a raps goat
I wasn't trying to be a famous rapper


Shootin' to be a rock star like its my last hope
I was pursuing my creative ambitions


I ball in that pack of smokes do me in!
I was engaging in self-destructive behaviors


Graduatin' on the crack coc do me in!
I was using drugs to escape my problems


Knocked of a paddle boat in the middle of the castle moat
I was reckless and impulsive


Kings men are yelling grab the rope!
I was risking my life and others' safety


Three sheets to the wind three!
I was very drunk


I talk like a sailor my mother is one
I curse a lot like my mother


That's why I got this sick sense of direction
I have a strong sense of intuition


And my split tongue taught me how to go with the flow
I learned to adapt and be flexible


When the winds come curled up in a ball and tried to hide
When I faced difficulty, I tried to avoid it


As I kicked them while the crew is gettin' piss drunk
I was aggressive and confrontational


I had to purify my own and drink up I had to save
I had to take care of myself


And conserve recycle my salty words to keep the meat
I learned to use my words wisely


On my bones all business is served
I was serious and focused




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Sage Francis, Chris Walla

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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it