Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Echoes in the streets, tales of old and new,
Where past meets the present, under skies so blue.
Harmonicas weep, violins sing soft and low,
Blending with beats where the wild rivers flow.
[Pre-Chorus]
Boots on cobblestone, tapping out the time,
Every step a story, every rhyme a line.
From the valleys deep to the mountain’s crowns,
These folk tunes spin as the world goes down.
[Chorus]
Rap with a twang, where the banjos play,
Stomping on the porch until the break of day.
Old tales spun with a new school vibe,
Living life loud, in this folk-rap tribe.
[Verse 2]
Strumming on a six-string, lyrics sharp as a tack,
Stories of the heartland, carried on my back.
Sunsets paint the fields in hues of gold,
This is the sound of stories untold.
[Pre-Chorus]
Fireflies dance to the tune of our words,
Nature’s own beat, undisturbed.
Whispers of the wind, rustling through the corn,
Folk rhythms meet rap, and a new style is born.
[Chorus]
Rap with a twang, where the banjos play,
Stomping on the porch until the break of day.
Old tales spun with a new school vibe,
Living life loud, in this folk-rap tribe.
[Bridge]
Gather round the fire, let the guitar pass,
Every pluck of the string, a toast, a glass.
Under starlit skies, where dreams are spun,
Folk and rap unite, we all speak as one.
[Outro]
As dawn creeps in with the morning dew,
These blended beats offer something true.
From the heart of folk to the pulse of rap,
This is our song, this is our map.
[Chorus]
Rap with a twang, where the banjos play,
Stomping on the porch until the break of day.
Old tales spun with a new school vibe,
Living life loud, in this folk-rap tribe.
[Chorus]
Rap with a twang, where the banjos play,
Stomping on the porch until the break of day.
Old tales spun with a new school vibe,
Living life loud, in this folk-rap tribe.
