| 歌曲 | Drunk WIthout Drinking |
| 歌手 | Buck 65 |
| 专辑 | Secret House Against The World |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| 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 not 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 ensyclopedia 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 lot 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 falling 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 |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Hey boys, I' ve come a long way | |
| Along in the sun and the rain | |
| What am I doing here, nostar hotel | |
| Wasting my wealth telling myself to go to hell | |
| Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob | |
| Do not 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 tailspin | |
| I' m just a doortodoor ensyclopedia 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 lot 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 falling 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 | |
| Scavengerhunter, 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 |