Lyrics:
Nothing wrong with my feelings (nothing wrong yeah)
Playing with these hoe's
This bitch just want my soul (yeah)
I done changed on these folks (yeah
outlaw, Americana
Chicken pickin', old-timey, honkytonk, Louisiana
Cosmic, cajun, western swing, and soul
Yeah there's alt-folk, new folk, stomp folk, true
Fuck you
You gon catch a hot one too
Feel my wrath, 66 thousand real folks
Strapped to bust yo ass
Fuck you
You gon catch a hot one too
Feel my
Be careful who'm you love son
Cause love can get you fucked up
Loving people blind
A sure way to get your heart crushed
Folks show their true colors
the people before us fucked up. Thank you
Some of them folks they push the pills, and some of them folks push grass
See, some of them folks, they push
a fuck
Man, gotta feed my folks
We was arguing, said fuck that nigga ain't mean it, though
And everything else it need to go (it need to go)
Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away
That's where my heart is yearning ever,
Home where the old folks stay
Way down upon the Swanee
shirt, blue jean kind
Folks like us like to live a little
Honest, simple, outside, small town, America
Dream chasin', beer drinkin'
Raise 'em up, if
used to be a folker
'Til you went and tried to choke her
You're a folk star
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Folk star
You don't wear no leather
Don't care
All these folk, they think that I'm evil
Like I, I'm am the living devil himself
All these folk, they think that I'm evil
Like I, I'm the living
Someday we'll build a home on a Hilltop High
You and I, shiny and new
Cottage that two can fill
And we'll be pleased to be called
The folks who live
Someday we'll build a home on a Hilltop High
You and I, shiny and new
Cottage that two can fill
And we'll be pleased to be called
The folks
it ain't easy)
Ask my folks, just ask my folks
And I won't blame it on the rain
(Don't blame it on the rain)
I can make it through the pain
Folks & People - Steinar Raknes
Some folks are glad
And others are sad
Some people listen and others they talk
Some take a walk
Some people shine
Presser ud til grænsen holdt udenfor
Stabler men glemmer ikk' folk sulter
Derfor de slanger bli'r holdt udenfor
Mørket kryber bror det' koldt udenfor
shirt, blue jean kind
Folks like us like to live a little
Honest, simple, outside, small town, America
Dream chasin', beer drinkin'
Raise 'em up, if
my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
And I can't hear 'em hatin' on me, I'm a modest man
Talkin'
Mellem folk badet i remoulade og pomfritter
Forstadens glitter og glamour blandet med dårlige snitter
Træt af at servere de riges røv med luksusvarer
most folks, most, most folks, uh"
"Most, mo-most fol-, most folks"
"Alright once again"
"Uh most, most folks have heard about"
"Alright that's good,
musicologisch
Ook al niet met de tijdsgeest strook
Mijn dochters willen hip-hop
Maar ik hou meer van
Folk
Ik heb niks tegen die clips
Van al die rappers op MTV
folks call it love
Up on the mountain down in the valley
Living on sweet vibrations some folks call it love
Come out to the country find your peace
can't go on much more
It's not like I think
The old folks are losers
They can't work computers
They die in December time
Can't put it off, you put
This history is Present
No more Black Folks beaten
He's not breathing
White Folks won't see it
White Folks can't see shit
Your flag is showing
It's
a lot more old friends
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
I know some people that like to run their ship real
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