Lyrics:

Been talking to a doctor
Been talking to the Lord
Cut off a couple people
That don't hear from me no more
They say it's for the better
But is it really for the best?
They said I'd get more sleep
But I ain't getting any rest
Ooo
Nothing's changed in a way it's gettin' way worse, way worse
Ooo
Don't think I'm doing myself any favors, favors, since I
Kicked the bottle
Kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that'd work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best
But I just can't kick myself
(Me myself and I
These rambling ways won't ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
But I just can't kick myself)
Everybody on the outside
It's easy looking in
Probably think I'm doing great like
Take a look at him
He's gone and straightened up now
He's finally walking lines
I ain't lying I was probably doing fine before I
Kicked the bottle
Kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that'd work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best
But I just can't kick myself
Me myself and I
These rambling ways won't ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
Said son go get some help
Huh what I do
Exactly what they told me to
Kicked the shit that I used to use
But just can't kick myself

Kicked the bottle
Kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that'd work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best
But I just can't kick myself
Me myself and I
These rambling ways won't ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
Said son go get some help
Huh what I do
Exactly what they told me to
Kicked the shit that I used to use
But just can't kick myself