I Ain’t Done Yet ☆ Country Lunatic #lunaticnation #lunaticnation4life #whiteboy

I ain’t glorifyin’ this shit. I’m confessin’ it. This is what it cost me. Lost everything slow, then all at once, Went from keys in my pocket to the cold-ass front. Couches ain’t homes when you beg for a nap, Eyes won’t shut, heart stay tappin’ like traps. Weeks no sleep, brain hummin’ like wires, Shadow thoughts talkin’, whole world on fire. When the drugs ran dry, so did my soul, I lashed out loud, lost all control. Stealin’ from stores, from friends, from me, Hatin’ the mirror, duckin’ police. Every siren a sermon, every knock a threat, Trust died first, fear moved in next. Scared to sleep ‘cause sleep feels like death, So I stay awake till there’s nothin’ left. Heart beat fast like I’m runnin’ from God, But I don’t believe, I just believe in the nod. I stayed awake ‘cause sleep felt fatal, Car was my church, my crib, my table. Ran outta luck, ran outta time, Ran my whole life into a white gas sign. That wreck took more than steel and glass, It took the last place I ever felt safe at. When that car died, so did my excuse, I had nothin’ left but the truth and the noose. Kids faded out like a bad dream, Faces I love, but I ain’t who they need. Court dates, cuffs, concrete beds, Countin’ ceiling cracks, replayin’ regrets. Jail ain’t loud, it’s quiet as hell, It’s you and your thoughts in a steel-box cell. Can’t trust nobody, not even blood, Every smile got a price, every hug got a plug. Friends turn dealers, dealers turn ghosts, Everybody swear they care the most. But when you broke and shakin’ at dawn, Ain’t nobody answerin’ your phone. So I drove till my eyes gave in, Woke up to fire and twisted tin. They say I’m lucky I lived through that, But luck don’t fix what addiction snapped. I stayed awake ‘cause sleep felt fatal, Car was my church, my crib, my table. Ran outta luck, ran outta time, Ran my whole life into a white gas sign. That wreck took more than steel and glass, It took the last place I ever felt safe at. When that car died, so did my excuse, I had nothin’ left but the truth and the noose. I ran from Florida, chased clean air, Thought miles could fix what I carried there. Colorado cold, new start lies, But the past got legs, it never dies. Soon as they heard who I used to be, Hands started shakin’ shit right in front of me. “Just one time, you good now, right?” That voice sound sweet when you tired of fightin’. I wanted better, I wanted peace, But temptation don’t ask permission, it just speaks. Same demons, different state, Same outcome, different plate. I ain’t evil, I’m sick and ashamed, I loved too hard, I numb the pain. Every theft was a scream for help, Every lie was me killin’ myself. I ain’t proud of the shit I done, But I’m still breathin’, so I ain’t done. I stayed awake ‘cause sleep felt fatal, Car was my church, my crib, my table. Ran outta luck, ran outta time, Ran my whole life into a white gas sign. That wreck took more than steel and glass, It took the last place I ever felt safe at. But if I’m still here breathin’ through this abuse, Then maybe survival is tellin’ the truth. If you livin’ this… You ain’t alone. And if you still breathin’— You ain’t done yet. F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C. is a fictional, artistic entertainment brand. All music, lyrics, videos, artwork, characters, stories, names, and scenarios are created for creative expression and storytelling purposes only. F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C. does not support, promote, encourage, or instruct violence, criminal activity, or harmful behavior. Any depiction of violence, crime, illegal acts, or controversial subject matter is artistic expression, not real-world advice, intent, or instruction. YouTube / EDSA Context Notice: Where applicable, this content is presented in an Artistic (EDSA) context—meaning Educational, Documentary, Scientific, or Artistic context as referenced in YouTube’s guidelines. This statement does not guarantee any exception or monetization decision by YouTube. To the fullest extent permitted by law, F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C. and its affiliates are not responsible for how any individual interprets, misuses, or acts upon any content associated with this brand. Viewer/listener discretion is advised. Content Warning: This art may contain strong language/profanity, mature themes, and explicit content. Intended for mature audiences. © 2025 F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C. All Rights Reserved. ℗ 2025 F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C. Country Lunatic™ Lunatic Nation™ F.O.W.B Independent Records™ All my music is original and owned by me. I hold full commercial rights to distribute, monetize, and promote this content across all platforms. No copyrighted material was used without permission. #whiteboy #lunaticnation #lunaticnation4life 🔗 Official Country Lunatic Links 📦 Merch Store https://country-lunatic.printify.me