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I'm just curious to see what he's coming with. I mean did he give us a country song, did he give us an alternative rock song, did he give us some rap? I'm pretty sure it's gonna be good so let's see what Upchurch has got for us I came up from them framers, that's how I built this house I came up from them painters, I put masterpieces out Started down at the baseboard now I'm lookin' like the crown mold Crown like a king, mold like it's old Forever young in that twilight zone I must've drank the water from the clean spring (Clean spring) Forever in your ear like Bruce Springsteen (Springsteen) Don't come knockin' on white lightin' Rollin' Stoned and I don't give a fuck And if I go broke I'll still be ridin' 'round in dope ass 90's trucks So blue collar, neck stays red Benelli ready by my bed Turned down so many deals my occupation should be damn River rat up in this muck you couldn't block me with a dam Controlin' my own reservoir, my rhymes flow like a new waterpark I'm innertubin' this interweb I'm crazy about a Mercury man Fast Ford Mustang four years from this day Cruisin' down the same road with a Tennessee tag plate By the way I might add I ride the roads back Goin' down the roads nobody goes in the AM What I a-m I'ma tell you I'm a motherfuckin' C-O-U-N-T-R-Y B-O-Y SongtextePuttin' 26's on my four-wheel drive I'm a B-A-C-K-W-double-O-D-S I am not for sale but they keep actin' like I got a price And when I say "Fuck no" they scratch their head, comma lice (Ha ha) And I give no fucks 'bout the money, comments, cars, or ice (Yah) And I don't hit the studio unless I'm blinkin' all three eyes So when you ask me why I do it here's the remainin' bars on why So I could help my mama go and live stress free (Stress free) So the only form of me you'll see is the best me for my family And I'ma die real 'cause I refuse to live lies And I won't conform to a fuckin' thing You're about to find out why I wrote ghost on them videos since 2016 'Cause I'm here for everybody not poppin' them thousand dollar bottles of that wine For the women workin' in the hood at Shoney's bustin' tables on that fuckin' nine to five For the single dads with the bad back not turnin' to the pharmaceuticals Just bustin' ass to buy them Fruit Loops so his little girl can have some cereal For the little kids runnin' late roads and their parents doped out on the couch Man fuck your favorite druggy rapper let's go jack that motherfucker out I'm not the narrative, I'm truth in heritage And when I break this phone screen Everybody from Dr. Phil to Jay-Z gon' know about me Church He'll get there. I think he's already there. Upchurch is gonna live forever. (Stone baby Stone) Long after, long after he's gone everybody's still gonna jam his music (Ha ha ha ha) Aus Songtexte Mania