2 Oz Problem
• Tempo: Mid-tempo ballad, ~72–78 BPM • Key: G major (use chords below) • Vibe: Jell e Rolle style — mix country guitar with 808 kick, trap hi-hats, raw, emotional vocal runs, and a big, anthemic chorus. • Strumming: Slow down-down-up-up-down country acoustic guitar under hip-hop beat.
Philip Richie·3:03
3:03
2 Oz Problem
• Tempo: Mid-tempo ballad, ~72–78 BPM • Key: G major (use chords below) • Vibe: Jell e Rolle style — mix country guitar with 808 kick, trap hi-hats, raw, emotional vocal runs, and a big, anthemic chorus. • Strumming: Slow down-down-up-up-down country acoustic guitar under hip-hop beat.
Creator: Philip RichieRelease Date: August 30, 2025
Lyrics
Left me on read, so I poured it on ice,
Told all my buddies I’m doin’ alright.
Truth is I’m stuck at the end of this bar,
Two ounces deep, still missin’ her hard.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the past don’t fade, it just burns slow,
Every little sip says I can’t let go.
[Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem I can’t shake,
One pour closer to another mistake.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Verse 2]
That jukebox song cuts straight through,
Every word sounds like “me and you.”
I see her face in the swing of that door,
And I’m raisin’ my glass just to miss her more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the truth gets heavy when you drink it slow,
Two ounces in and I still can’t let go.
[Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem I can’t shake,
One pour closer to another mistake.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Bridge]
If lovin’ her was wrong, then I paid that price,
Now I’m servin’ my time two ounces at a time.
[Final Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem and it’s all too clear,
I lost that girl but I found it here.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Outro / Tag]
Two ounces at a time…
Yeah, I’m losin’ the fight.
Told all my buddies I’m doin’ alright.
Truth is I’m stuck at the end of this bar,
Two ounces deep, still missin’ her hard.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the past don’t fade, it just burns slow,
Every little sip says I can’t let go.
[Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem I can’t shake,
One pour closer to another mistake.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Verse 2]
That jukebox song cuts straight through,
Every word sounds like “me and you.”
I see her face in the swing of that door,
And I’m raisin’ my glass just to miss her more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the truth gets heavy when you drink it slow,
Two ounces in and I still can’t let go.
[Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem I can’t shake,
One pour closer to another mistake.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Bridge]
If lovin’ her was wrong, then I paid that price,
Now I’m servin’ my time two ounces at a time.
[Final Chorus]
I got a 2oz problem sittin’ in my hand,
Tryna kill the pain the best I can.
Her goodbye’s burnin’ like Tennessee flame,
Jack knows my secrets but it don’t know her name.
Yeah, a 2oz problem and it’s all too clear,
I lost that girl but I found it here.
I ain’t searchin’ for the bottom, but I’ll probably find it,
Two ounces at a time, yeah, I’m tryin’ to fight it.
[Outro / Tag]
Two ounces at a time…
Yeah, I’m losin’ the fight.