"Best Shot" by Warren Zeiders & Big Mo follows a man trying to drink an ex off his mind, ordering everything from top to bottom shelf and hoping the whiskey finally erases her. He admits the drinking might be insanity, but the bottle feels more faithful than love ever did. The repeated count of pours turning her into just a memory frames forgetting as a desperate, uncertain gamble. Missing her is killing him, yet all he can do is keep raising the glass and give oblivion his best shot.
Best Shot Lyrics by Warren Zeiders & Big Mo
Girl, I miss you and I gotta get you gone tonight
On a bender till the bartender kills the lights
Top to bottom shelf, bring me everything you got
‘Cause I’m about to give it my best shot
I been sitting here for way past way too long
Waiting on the forget you to kick in
Same fool, same stool, same jukebox songs
But I’m hoping tonight it hits different
Might be the drinking, definition of insanity
Jack and Jim and Johnny ’round me like we’re family
Yeah, I need to find a handle that can handle me
And I got no plan B, no
Girl, I miss you and I gotta get you gone tonight
On a bender till the bartender kills the lights
Top to bottom shelf, bring me everything you got
‘Cause I’m about to give it my best shot
One pour, two more rounds of whiskey
Three, four, till you’re just a memory
I don’t know if I can drink you off my mind or not
But I’m about to give it my best shot
One time thing (Okay)
Or maybe the rest of my life
I’m talking ’bout the drinking, not ’bout the women
Nowadays you can’t even find you a wife
The bottle ain’t never lied to me or tried me on nothing
So that’s what I pick for my type
Probably gon’ see me real hammered or real fucked up
By the end of like every night
I don’t really like to go write me a story ’bout nothing
I better go talk
When I found the music, I found me a way to express
Everything that was stuck in a vault
Mama said, “Baby boy, why you keep tripping ’bout women
Who can’t even love what they talk?”
Maybe I think it’s just me, so I’m blaming myself
‘Cause I really do think it’s my fault, damn
Girl, I miss you and I gotta get you gone tonight
On a bender till the bartender kills the lights
Top to bottom shelf, bring me everything you got
‘Cause I’m about to give it my best shot
One pour, two more rounds of whiskey
Three, four, till you’re just a memory
I don’t know if I can drink you off my mind or not
But I’m about to give it my best shot
Don’t you know that you’re killing me, baby?
Pour my heart over ice, ’cause you’re in my head
No, I don’t know how many it’ll take me
‘Cause you left me a lot to forget, so
Girl, I miss you and I gotta get you gone tonight
On a bender till the bartender kills the lights
Top to bottom shelf, bring me everything you got
‘Cause I’m about to give it my best shot
One pour, two more rounds of whiskey
Three, four, till you’re just a memory
I don’t know if I can drink you off my mind or not
But I’m about to give it my best shot
