METH'ED UP!

LUNATIC METHED UP' WRITTEN, PERFORMED AND PRODUCED BY MICHAEL JAMES HARDY ( LUNATIC ) ON MARCH 13th, 2026 ... COPYRIGHT ©️ 2026-2027 ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED... THE LRYICS : [Intro] This is your Missouri Boy Lunatic, back with another truth track. Forty-nine years old Still got dope boys callin' my phone Sullivan, Missouri. This one for the ones that thought I’d OD [Verse 1] I put the meth down, picked the mic up (yeah) Used to light that glass, now I light the crowd up Trailer park dreams, ashtrays on the dresser Burnt spoon, cold room, suicide letters I was geeked in the Walmart bathroom stall Shakin' like a leaf in the middle of the fall Mama said “boy, you gon’ die or get locked” I said “fuck that, Ma, watch me beat the odds” Tin roof drip, had a pipe in my sock Now I own the whole block where they ran from the cops Multi-million in the bank, but my hands still scarred From the nights I dug resin out the carpet and the car Sullivan, Missouri, where the teeth fall out Everyone’s cousin got a rig, got a drought Lil homies in the alley, eyes wide, no sleep I tell ‘em “put the stem down, come rhyme on this beat” (let’s go) [Chorus] I put the meth down and picked the mic up Forty-nine, rich as fuck, but I’m still fucked up Clean piss, but my town still tweakin’ around me Sullivan, Missouri tryna drown me I put the meth down, I picked life up Yeah, I cashed out big, but it’s never enough Stay clean in a fucked up, wired-up county I’m the high that the high never gave me [Verse 2] Backroads full of ghosts I used to run with Smoked out, stole dope from my own damn aunt Pawned Ma’s ring for a half gram hit Woke up on the floor like “what the fuck is this” Now I rock on Professionalmade Cd's , bright red, blue. White flag bandana on my face Same dude, same shoes, just a different trap Got a Malibu, a harley, a jeep, a truck, got a nice house, , got a studio barn Still park by the river where I shot in my arm Yeah, they whisper, “that boy sold his soul” Bitch, I almost sold my life for a little more blow Y’all flex lil chains, talk tough online I was looking at my veins like “this my last time” Whole town buzzin’ off a government check Kids hungry while their daddy chases crystal again I ain’t preachin’, I’m just sayin’, I was there in that ditch With a pipe in my fist, prayin’ someday I’d be rich [Chorus] I put the meth down and picked the mic up Forty-nine, rich as fuck, but I’m still fucked up Clean piss, but my town still tweakin’ around me Sullivan, Missouri tryna drown me I put the meth down, I picked life up Yeah, I cashed out big, but it’s never enough Stay clean in a fucked up, wired-up county I’m the high that the high never gave me [Bridge] They say “once a tweaker, always one hit away” That’s why I pray with my back to the buffet Every gas-station bathroom is a test I take Every old dope number that I never save I’m one call from fallin’ back into that grave One taste from losin’ everything that I made But that glass never loved me like this crowd do And that rock never fed my little kids food (hell nah) [Verse 3] Forty-nine years, I done cheated that hearse Now I feed my whole fam off eight bar verses Got plaques on the wall where my warrants used to sit Judge used to call me shit, now my lawyer too rich Still hear foil crinkle when I close my eyes Still smell burnt plastic in the middle of the night Got a safe full of cash, got a safe full of pain Got a safe word with my girl when my brain go strange Yeah, I cuss like a sinner, but I talk to the Lord “Keep that powder and that needle far away from my door” ‘Cause this town [Outro] If your using any substances, do yourself a favor and put that shit down, if not for your family, do it for yourself, much love and respect from this Lunatic, no matter what, I believe in you!