Uh
Count me out, still up
The broken glass of a bottle makes a jagged rock bottom
Right now, I got two shaky hands, only one way to stop 'em
And I haven't touched a drop in seven hours, three minutes
Hardly sobered up, already wanna quit quittin'
Sweatin' in an old church basement, wishin' I was wasted
Never thought I'd say this
"Hello, my name is Jason"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
The broken man in the mirror can't look at me 'cause he's guilty
And I swear that the last couple months, that motherf*cker tried to kill me
By the time I saw it comin', it was done with already
It's hard to run from it when it runs in the family
A problem with a thousand more it's causin'
Damn, this shit's exhaustin'
This is why I walked in
"Thanks for letting me share, y'all"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm tired of bein' broken
I'm sick of feelin' hopeless
Way down here at my lowest
At the end of my rope, at the end of my rope
So what do I do?
So what do I do?
What do I do?
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Winning Streak Video (MV)
In the first verse, the imagery of "broken glass" signifies the painful reality of hitting rock bottom. The metaphor of jagged edges reflects the chaotic and dangerous lifestyle associated with addiction. The mention of "two shaky hands” conveys vulnerability and the desperate desire to change. The lyric "I haven't touched a drop in seven hours, three minutes" captures the struggle with time and the challenges of sobriety, while "I really want to quit quitting" indicates the internal battle between the desire to free oneself from addiction and the overwhelming nature of that struggle.
The setting in an "old church basement” presents a stark contrast—a place often associated with salvation and community, yet here, it serves as a symbol of desperation. Meeting a clean individual offers a glimmer of hope, reinforcing the message that recovery is possible and shared experiences create a bond among those who have faced similar demons.
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Jelly RollThe setting in an "old church basement” presents a stark contrast—a place often associated with salvation and community, yet here, it serves as a symbol of desperation. Meeting a clean individual offers a glimmer of hope, reinforcing the message that recovery is possible and shared experiences create a bond among those who have faced similar demons.
From Album: Beautifully Broken (Pickin' Up the Pieces) Deluxe Edition
Genre(s): Country
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Joe Ragosta, Robert Ragosta, Jason Deford, Austin Nivarel
Released: October 11th, 2024
Year: 2024
Jelly Roll - Winning Streak Lyrics
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English
Uh
Count me out, still up
The broken glass of a bottle makes a jagged rock bottom
Right now, I got two shaky hands, only one way to stop 'em
And I haven't touched a drop in seven hours, three minutes
Hardly sobered up, already wanna quit quittin'
Sweatin' in an old church basement, wishin' I was wasted
Never thought I'd say this
"Hello, my name is Jason"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
The broken man in the mirror can't look at me 'cause he's guilty
And I swear that the last couple months, that motherf*cker tried to kill me
By the time I saw it comin', it was done with already
It's hard to run from it when it runs in the family
A problem with a thousand more it's causin'
Damn, this shit's exhaustin'
This is why I walked in
"Thanks for letting me share, y'all"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm tired of bein' broken
I'm sick of feelin' hopeless
Way down here at my lowest
At the end of my rope, at the end of my rope
So what do I do?
So what do I do?
What do I do?
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Count me out, still up
The broken glass of a bottle makes a jagged rock bottom
Right now, I got two shaky hands, only one way to stop 'em
And I haven't touched a drop in seven hours, three minutes
Hardly sobered up, already wanna quit quittin'
Sweatin' in an old church basement, wishin' I was wasted
Never thought I'd say this
"Hello, my name is Jason"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
The broken man in the mirror can't look at me 'cause he's guilty
And I swear that the last couple months, that motherf*cker tried to kill me
By the time I saw it comin', it was done with already
It's hard to run from it when it runs in the family
A problem with a thousand more it's causin'
Damn, this shit's exhaustin'
This is why I walked in
"Thanks for letting me share, y'all"
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
I'm tired of bein' broken
I'm sick of feelin' hopeless
Way down here at my lowest
At the end of my rope, at the end of my rope
So what do I do?
So what do I do?
What do I do?
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I been standin' in the rain just trying to stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody's here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors through a winning streak
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Writer: Joe Ragosta, Robert Ragosta, Jason Deford, Austin Nivarel
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC