[Intro]
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?
Um, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be good, so let's see what Upchurch has got for us

[Verse]
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 mould
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 '90s 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 mug, you couldn't block me with a dam
Controlin' my own reservoir, my rhymes flow like a new waterpark
I'm inner tubin' this interweb, I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury man
Fast Ford Mustang four years from this day
Cruisin' down the same road with a Tennessee tag plate
By the day, I might add, I ride the roads, man
Goin' down the roads nobody goes in the a.m. 
What I a-m, I'ma tell you
I'm a motherfuckin'
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y B-O-Y
Puttin' 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 (Yeah)
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 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 bussin' tables on that fuckin' nine to five
For the single dads with that 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 drag that motherfucker out
I'm not the narrative, I'm truth inherited, and when I break this phone screen
Everybody from Dr. Phil to Jay-Z gon' know about me, Church
[Outro]
He'll get there, I think he's already there
Upchurch is gon' live forever (Stone baby Stone)
Long after, long after he's gone everybody's still gonna jam his music (Hahahaha)