[Chorus 1: Sir the Baptist]
I guess I got my problems, so what's one more bottle
Cos I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself
I've had my chances, but I can't break these habits
Guess I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself

[Verse 1: Illy]
I gotta bench myself just to wake myself
Or I drink myself into hating myself
Again, yeah, enable myself again
Rehab coming up around the bend
Like, welcome, come on through
Seems a quiet drink's never one or two
I know your friends think you're the bad influence
But you think they're one on you, well, true that
But, right now, I'm a few rounds in
So, bitch, don't kill my vibe
Like my plans just like my Jamesons
You could just put them on ice
Look I heard what time the bar closed
Don't have to tell me twice
And all these bad decisions seem fine
Without hindsight on my side, okay, alright

[Chorus 1: Sir the Baptist]
I guess I got my problems, so what's one more bottle
Cos I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself
I've had my chances, but I can't break these habits
Guess I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself
[Verse 2: Illy]
Yeah, yeah, high as a kite to the world below
Those downward spirals give me vertigo
I was none the wiser, like who'd have known
It takes two to tango, man, I do my own
And my tolerance up
I could float in this bottomless cup
Everybody's been novices once
We just wanna have fun, my god, what you got against us?
All the patrons ain’t to stay in place
Repercussions still a decade away
Shouts to bad girls, yeah, the saving grace
All the Charlie's, Molly's and Mary Jane's, shot
Chase them then what’s next
Wake up still taste it on my breath
One day we’ll face it and confess
And maybe we’ll change to them, god bless, oh yes, I guess

[Chorus 1: Sir the Baptist]
I guess I got my problems, so what's one more bottle
Cos I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself
I've had my chances, but I can't break these habits
Guess I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself

[Chorus 2: Illy]
And this arm don’t need no twisting
No doubts or second thoughts
I’ll find trouble in an empty house for sure
(I’m a hazard to myself)
All the way from the happy hours
Down to the last of the last calls
And no, I don’t need no help at all
(I’m a hazard to myself)
[Verse 3: Illy]
See straight and narrow didn’t work so good
Oh man I really shouldn’t
But oh well what the hell, cheers
So it’s too and all those best intentions get twisted
And then end up as something else
(Ah baby yeah)

[Chorus 1: Sir the Baptist]
I guess I got my problems, so what's one more bottle
Cos I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself
I've had my chances, but I can't break these habits
Guess I don't need nobody else, I'm a hazard to myself

[Chorus 2: Illy]
And this arm don’t need no twisting
No doubts or second thoughts
I’ll find trouble in an empty house for sure
(I’m a hazard to myself)
All the way from the happy hours
Down to the last of the last calls
And no, I don’t need no help at all
(I’m a hazard to myself)