[Verse] Spent years with the bottle, my own worst enemy Drowning my sorrow in a sea of whiskey But I found a new high, in a can of Whip-It A cleaner escape, in this grungy pit [Chorus] I'm trading one vice for another A different kind of buzz, no hangover With every hit, I'm alive Whip-It, my new way to survive [Verse 2] Friends think I'm crazy, switching to a different game But I'm breathing deeper, feeling no shame I'm done with the liquid that controlled my life Now I'm free, in this Whip-It rife [Chorus] I'm trading one vice for another A different kind of buzz, no hangover With every hit, I'm alive Whip-It, my new way to survive [Outro] So I'll keep on inhaling, this cleaner high Leaving the old me behind, I'll fly [Ending] (Nirvana-style guitar riff)