Convincing Lyrics – Megan Moroney | from “Cloud 9”

Megan Moroney’s Cloud 9 is barreling toward us like a Georgia backroad joyride—her third album drops February 20 via Sony Music Nashville/Columbia Records—and “Convincing” already feels like that sly, heart-tugging hook you can’t shake, the one that whispers yeah, maybe we’re fooling ourselves but damn if it doesn’t feel right.

This unreleased gem, slotted as track six, is classic Moroney: a co-write with heavy-hitters Connie Harrington, Jessie Jo Dillon, and Jessi Alexander, brewing up that signature blend of twangy confession and pop-country polish. Picture steel guitars weaving through a mid-tempo groove, her voice dipping into that raspy vulnerability before belting out the push-pull of love’s little white lies. It’s all about the dance we do when we’re not quite sold but too far in to turn back—themes of self-doubt wrapped in Southern grit, evolving her sound just enough to nod at broader radio waves without losing the diary-entry realness. Teased in snippets on her TikTok last month, it had fans flooding the comments with “this is my Roman Empire,” and her label’s Insta story hyped it as a “convincer” for the album’s confident edge—no wonder, with the full tracklist dropping just yesterday.

Cloud 9 isn’t just a title; it’s Moroney’s headspace, a 15-track exhale after the blue-tinted introspection of 2024’s Am I Okay? She calls it her strongest chapter yet—honest tales from the road, sonically playful but rooted in that Georgia-fried country she owns. Kicks off with the title track, rolls through singles like the wistful “6 Months Later” (out since June ’25) and the anthemic “Beautiful Things” (October drop), then dives into collabs that scream star power: Ed Sheeran on “I Only Miss You,” Kacey Musgraves lending her golden touch to “Bells & Whistles.” The rest—“Stupid,” “Wedding Dress,” “Who Hurt You?,” and more—promise that mix of heartbreak hooks and fist-pumpers, all clocking in around 45 minutes of feel-it-in-your-bones storytelling. It’s her way of planting feet firmer than ever, trading early buzz for a bolder palette that still smells like home.