Lyrics:
Grown Folks Music
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Listen with your heart and soul while the song just takes control
AVENGE GEORGE FLOYD
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT US
WHITE FOLKS—USE YOUR PRIVILEGE AND STEP UP
INSIDE FOLKS—USE YOUR CLOUT
Listen folks and I will tell a funny story
You may think it sad but I was in my glory
'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin
Reminicising old folks from the oll way back
Way way back
Reminicising old folks from the oll way back
I be cruisin down the street just to get my
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
finish
We'd ask the old cowboy
To tell 'em again
You could almost hear
Those prairie winds blowing
His saddle a creakin'
Beneath his old faded
make way for the young folks
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say yes and you say no
They ask you why and you close the door
My old friend I thought
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore
I miss the old folks at home
Swanee, how I love
by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore
I miss the old folks at home
Swanee, how I love you, how I
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
writing rhymes until I die
Give a nod to the folks who think I'm odd
I don't mess with no facade
I'm too busy being PEABOD
Rolling with my squad like we
In a town near Albequerqe
Lived a most concerned young boy
He said lately I have noticed
Folks don't live with peace and joy
With frowns and worry
I drive Lambo
Off white yayo, digital scale yo
Fish scale sendin' my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, [Incomprehensible] folk
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
That's on God and oh my God
I feel amazing today
Even tho' I'm flying by the seat 'uh my pants
Like them old folks say
That's okay cause I get money I get
We supposed to be bigger than that man
Got damn
Always talk about it all day (all day)
Can't believe I watched my own folks
Fold on me (fold
I got an old lady with a blue van, she does the best I think she can
'Cause every time I hit the road, she gets me to every gospel show
She's ain't
week
When I seen something hopping right by a tree
What could it be?
I found an old frog I found an old frog
Sitting on a log I found an old frog
He
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer
The old folks are gay
Well, the corn top's ripe
And the meadow's in the bloom
While
Try to take me dowm back off you don't know me
Out here in the world it's cold and so lonely
All the folks you meet are fake and so phoney
Don't
poles Mountaineers just won by field goals
Makin' them city folks pay the toll This land was paid for by cotton and coal
Way back there in them hills
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
being a feature expressly designed to please the true devotees
He folk song who seem to find
Singing fifty verses of on top of old smokey is twice
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