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Express Folky Star
Rizo vadio pištolj
Sinan ga vadio pjan
Dino ukr'o pjesmu
Faruk štelio festival
Marija u vezi s Merimom
Jel' ga Selma šmrkala
Sve
your hair around
And play that fiddle so grand
We may be wimpy folkies but we move like a rock-and-roll band
We are the last of the macho men
You know I grew up in the 90s with Fat Wreck
I had never heard anything so fucking rad
They abandoned punk to release a bunch of folky shit
But I
Where he at man? I don't know
Damn folky, why'd you have to kill em?
Damn folky, I think I caught my rhythm
Damn folky, I think I'm fuckin trippin
Damn
Don't try to act surprised if I end the bottle
I stay with my folks
All of my folkies they sad
All of my folkies they mad
'Cause all of these bitches they
Carti flow
Blade,you’re very slow
Fuck your hoe
Sexy lady,wow
Millie Rock
Where is your glock
Ты же в репе рак
Folkies on my block
Dancing Millie
fala muito, o Folky rima
voce nao aprende e não ensina
energia em ponto cruzado
eu não to embaixo nem em cima
eu ja to em cima eu vim de baixo
sempre
LOVE HURTS - LETRA
entao love you blur
sou mais chegado em maconha e os maninho lá no purple
purple haze pra bebe, 24k pro mano Folky
24K
AMEM
на полке труд мой
FOLKY — не Игорь, но тоже крутой
Это квартал, вверх взял, подкинул
В нем я рос и стал большим, йо
Теперь меня только мерить аршином
moderno de antes
La sopa de arroz
Los bogavantes
Me gusta Cariló
Tocar con las folkies
Cantar armonías
Hablarle a mi coche
La ruta, las giras
La
é o Folky
vou encher minha vadia toda de joia
te proporciono boas memorias
fica tranquila ma baby
esquece la fora
fala logo se vem?
ou se vai embora
FOLKY, Bloodmasta Cut
90й хаб
Я не верю никому, вокруг одно враньё
Школа дала меньше знаний больше дал район
Когда еду я на тачке за рулём (скёрт)
Я
Pergunta meu nome nas ruas pra saber como pronuncia ( é o Folky )
V*dias tão me procurando parecem a Cia
Canal do urso igual c*ca só tem viciado ?
Quero
Dope, to vivendo dope
Coc, eu to longe dessa C*cain
Fuck, anestésicos pro Folky
3 pílulas de xanax, eu nem sei se coube
Eu tô fora do meu corpo, eu
most folkies you'll find
I think that that is evident
'Cause most folkies are much too kind
And prone to useless sentiment
(And feedback)
And, uh, sure,
Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid
Oh,
Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid
Oh,
like a trumpet call
Fifteen years ago
In the old folky show
You were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing
Your voice would have been
to pray
And all the little folkies cried "revolution"
Gabba gabba hey
A be bop a lula
Wham bam thank you, ma'am
She wants to do ya'
Get your boots
a dustbowl folky
That's Phil Ochs not Phil Oakey
And then I learned the Folksinger's Prayer and it goes like this:
Our Father
Who art on Folkways
Ramblin'
W moim sercu ciągle gra
Ten old schoolowy sound
Winylowy brudny trzask
Folky hit i gospel drums
B.I.G. i Mary J wychowali wokal ten
Co z mych ust
“folkies”, ni joteros.
(Músicos, aún menos, ¡ya quisiera yo!)
Pero a la hora de rondar...
¡aquí están y éstos son los “bemoles” de Aragón!
Relájate, y ronda,
the establishment but distortion feels excessive
I know what you mean, I'll try to keep it folky and accessible
I sometimes slip into fits of dovetail prose
I'd like
men and thieves
Well, the leavings for the old folkies, ain't nothing but stems and seeds
Cause the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed
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