Letras
(Intro)
*Metal door slam*
"Get on the fuckin' bunk, Lunatic — you know the drill."
Yeah
This that real pain no filter, no cut
Straight withdrawal music
(Verse 1)
Ain't no Suboxone, ain't no nurse
Ain't no smokes, just a four—wall curse
Got the chills in my spine like a snake done hissed
I can taste every lie that I ever kissed
Throwin' up bile on a piss—stained floor
Vision goin' white like the dope I scored
Inmate next to me screamin' at ghosts
And I'm just countin' every vein I lost to the dose
Man, fuck that H, fuck them pills
Fuck them "friends" that left when shit got real
Sweatin' like a hog in a concrete pen
Got a Bible on my chest, but the guilt won't end
Fifteen days, still hearin' them whispers
Sheriff laugh, call me "junkie" in the system
No calls, no mail, no bond, no grace
Just me and my demons in a bunk—bed cage
(Hook)
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, shakin' like war
Heart beat skippin' like a broke—down Ford
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, beggin' for death
But death don't answer, he just watch your breath
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, prayin' to puke
While the trustee mop like it ain't nothin' new
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, this is my fate
Let the pain scrub clean every lie I ate
(Verse 2)
I remember my girl, man I think she's gone
She ain't pickin' up since they booked my bond
Mama cryin', said I broke her soul
Judge looked me dead like "You'll never parole."
Had a dream I was free in a trailer night
But I woke to a scream and that flickerin' light
My cellie hung hisself with a socksheet twist
Guess he couldn't take another day of this shit
Nothin' poetic ‘bout pissing on your knees
Or cryin' to a toilet like it's beggin' you please
But I'm done with the dope, done with the fakes
If I make it out this cage, I'm killin' them snakes
Talkin' cold turkey, straight bone and sin
I ain't the same man they done locked back in
And if I die in this box, let it be known —
Country Lunatic tried to claw back home
(Hook)
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, shakin' like war
Heart beat skippin' like a broke—down Ford
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, beggin' for death
But death don't answer, he just watch your breath
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, prayin' to puke
While the trustee mop like it ain't nothin' new
COLD TURKEY IN COUNTY, this is my fate
Let the pain scrub clean every lie I ate
(Outro)
Yeah
Don't glamorize it, bitch — I earned these scars
Withdrawals ain't music, it's prison bars
And if I ever touch that shit again
Put my name on a pine box — sign it with sin