Said Fuck It Lyrics – Upchurch: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Said Fuck It” sung by Upchurch.
Said Fuck It Lyrics – Upchurch
Aww they gonna be mad about this one boysOh well, it’ll be alrightFuck award shows, fuck the radioAnd the new up and comer and his female clothesWith his glitter on his face and his prewritten songsHe ain’t from ’round here and neither is his bossFuck the guy in the office with his Jerry CurlAnd his hands super soft like a teenage girlFuck social media and them long hashtagsWith your bitch made album cover lookin’ like a-Yeah, I said the word fuck on the chartsProlly breaking beta male achy breaky heartsWith the mocha lattes and sparkly blue scarfsSittin’ in the room tryna fucking talk like usWe don’t needAnother pretty boy singin’ pretty songsWhat up Luke, you doin’ alright bro?You want a beer?No, okay well suit yourselfYou act like you broke your heart or somethingIf country music was a roosterYou prolly wouldn’t know it don’t lay eggsIf country music was a set of game cock gaffsYou’d prolly get stabbed in the handIf country music was baby chickens in the thicketWould you have corn dust covered on your britches?I am to country like rooster feed to a bucketJust clucking telling y’all fuck itYeah, fuck itSo by now you probably figured it outMainstream pissed me off and made me have a dirty mouthBut on the flip side, here’s a little known factI was born in Music City, still get no slackI got country songs tippin’ 100 millionGet played in every mud park across DixieNot to mention female singers want to come and frisk meEspecially when I’m stoned in my F-150RyanKane, what are ya doin’?Tryna start a fire, it’s gettin’ chillyGettin’ chilly? It’s gettin’ dark, are you lost or something?Yeah, I’ve been out here for hoursWhere’d you come from?I came from up yonderNo, no, no, you need to go that wayYou need to get out of here dudeIf they find out a country singer was lost in the woods, CMT gonna eat this up fuggin’If country music was a roosterYou prolly wouldn’t know it don’t lay eggsIf country music was a set of game cock gaffsYou’d prolly get stabbed in the handIf country music was baby chickens in the thicketWould you have corn dust covered on your britches?I am to country like rooster feed to a bucketJust clucking telling y’all fuck itThis part of the song is called the bridgeAnd I’m about to burn it downAnd make it aware to these sissy ass big wigsTo stop fucking up my hometownAnd I don’t want to hear that we ain’t good enoughOr the radio ain’t got roomBitch, I get the same spins on my Spotify listAs your newest and hottest do‘Cause If country music was a roosterI’d prolly be a big Cuban dongIf country music was a six cock derby in KentuckyI’d be the last one standing tallIf country music was a walk stringI’d break loose and strut the yard‘Cause we are to country like rooster feed to a bucketAnd we like songs that say fuck it (Haha)Yeah, fuck it, woo
Upchurch – Said Fuck It Song Details
Song: Said Fuck It