Medicine

Album

Cloud 9

Label

Sony Music (Formerly American Record Corporation (1929–1938) Columbia Records, USA (1938–1966) CBS Records (1966–1991) Sony Music Entertainment, Inc. (first incarnation; 1991–2004) Sony BMG Music Entertainment (2004–2008))

Genre

Contemporary Country

Media Type

DD

Duration

3:11

Composer(s)

Megan Moroney;Connie Harrington;Jessie Jo Dillon;Jessi Alexander

Entered Chart

Mar 7, 2026

Peak Date

Mar 7, 2026

Released

April 20, 2026

Catalog #

Sony

"Medicine" is a song by American country music singer Megan Moroney. It was released on April 20, 2026, as the third single from her third studio album, Cloud 9.Moroney co-wrote the song with Connie Harrington, Jessie Jo Dillon, and Jessi Alexander, and it was produced by Kristian Bush.

Mm mm mm mm mm mm
Mm mm mm mm mm mm

Ain't heard from you in three long days
You won't hear from me for five
Oh, you gave your number to an LA blonde?
Well, I gave a quarterback mine
And you don't like my short black dress
Well, it's going out tonight
And if it hits a floor
It won't be yours this time

Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don't like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, round, 'round
Ain't as fun when it's happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who's the fool?
Say I'm messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

Hey don't blame me when you can't sleep
Busy pacing back and forth (pacing back and forth)
I'm just doing once, what you've done to me
A thousand times before (a thousand times before)
You're re-reading my texts, actin' obsessed
Feeling just a little bit crazy (cr-cr-cr-crazy)
Now who's batshit certifiable, baby?

Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don't like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, 'round, 'round
Ain't as fun when it's happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who's the fool? (who's the fool?)
Say I'm messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?

So, take a shot
Just throw it back
Don't worry, babe
I'm gonna call you back
In a hundred and twenty hours
I'll bring you real nice flowers
You should try crying in the shower, it's really great

It's so bitter going down, down, down (down, down, down)
You don't like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, 'round, 'round ('round, 'round, 'round)
Ain't as fun when it's happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you
Now, who's the fool? (poor, poor you)

Say I'm messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?
It ain't no lie, my phone just died
Ain't that what you said again?
Here's a big ol' heaping spoon of your own medicine
Baby, how you like the taste of your own medicine?
Mm mm mm mm mm mm
Mm mm mm mm mm mm