Fuck the Facts
H-Blockx Lyrics


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Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about bitch

Me I'm a victim of a young girl's suck
Feeling the emotions through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god damned dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's what I have to confess

Ah, that's me ya what you see ya
Telling 'bout my stomach and my feels ya
Ah that's me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, telling bout me ya

This is a thing that everybody knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I mustn't worry about
Easy to find, huh, hard to lose
So me myself and I, we got no chance to choose

I can't tell ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem that I hate ya
I can't tell ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to suppress ya

Chorus:
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts

In addition to the point I was talking about
You must remember my name and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things that I've got to tell
My name is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G

Hit the bass in the face seven days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my posse that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's what I pray for - pray for

Music has a use for my personality
Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know what mean
My heart is hundred percent music that's what I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to fight it with my music as hatred
I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to combine it with my music as hatred

Chorus

What about my girl, man?
What about my music, man?
Ina bona lita
I can't stand that shit...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the H-Blockx's song "Fuck The Facts" are about the struggles of a young man who is attracted to a girl, and while he recognizes that she treats him badly, he cannot help but be drawn to her. He confesses that he is a "victim" of her seduction, feeling a physical attraction ("suck") to her. He also reveals that he feels anxiety in her presence, especially when she wears certain clothing. Despite these negative feelings, he cannot control his emotions and continues to be involved with her. He acknowledges that this is a common issue for young men and women, and that he has no choice but to accept it.


The chorus of the song - "Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts" - expresses the frustration and anger he feels towards the situation, as he wishes he could ignore his feelings and move on. He ends the song pleading for help, stating that he cannot stand the situation anymore. Overall, the song deals with the mixed emotions of attraction and frustration that many young people face in relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about bitch
Start grooving and singing about a woman that you find attractive


Me I'm a victim of a young girl's suck
I am completely under the spell of a young woman's allure


Feeling the emotions through my body ass butt
My body and emotions are fully affected by her presence


Everytime I see her in that god damned dress
Whenever I see her in that outfit, I am overwhelmed with desire


Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's what I have to confess
My stomach churns with strong emotions of lust whenever I am around her


Ah, that's me ya what you see ya
Yes, that's exactly who I am and how I behave


Telling 'bout my stomach and my feels ya
I am revealing the deep emotions that she inspires in me


Ah that's me ya, watcha see ya
Yes, that is who I am, take a closer look at me


Telling bout, telling bout me ya
I am describing myself and my feelings


This is a thing that everybody knows about
This is a common experience that everyone can relate to


Every boy and bitch so myself I mustn't worry about
Every guy and girl have gone through this, so I shouldn't be concerned


Easy to find, huh, hard to lose
It is easy to develop such feelings, but hard to shake them off


So me myself and I, we got no chance to choose
I am unable to control my own feelings and impulses


I can't tell ya what I feel ya
I am unable to express my true feelings


This is a motherfucking problem that I hate ya
This is a frustrating issue that I despise


I hate it but I take it but I try to suppress ya
I dislike it, but I endure it and try to push it down


Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
I don't care about the truth or what others think, it's all about my emotions


In addition to the point I was talking about
Moreover, there is something else I want to mention


You must remember my name and all my habits and my attitude
You need to keep me in mind and understand who I am as a person


So listen to the things that I've got to tell
Pay attention to what I am about to say


My name is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G
My name is G and I play the bass, I'm a big deal


Hit the bass in the face seven days of the week ya
I play the bass every day and everywhere, it's my passion


Hanging 'round my posse that's what everybody needs ya
I hang out with my crew, it's essential for everybody


Me and my band, that's what I stay for - stay for
My band and I are everything to me, we're inseparable


Me and my band, that's what I pray for - pray for
I pray that my band and I stay together forever


Music has a use for my personality
Music is a way for me to express myself and be who I am


Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know what mean
If I lost music, I wouldn't be able to handle it, it's my everything


My heart is hundred percent music that's what I feel ya - feel ya
Music is the essence of my being, and it's what I feel most passionately about


I feel the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so
I physically feel the beat of the music inside my body


I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
I try to blend my emotional struggles with the powerful impact of music


Try to fight it with my music as hatred
I try to channel all of that intense emotion into the music I play


What about my girl, man?
What about the girl that I like?


What about my music, man?
What about my music that I love so much?


Ina bona lita
I don't know what to say or do about it anymore


I can't stand that shit...
I can't handle this situation any longer




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