Nolan Lentz - Basement Folklore Lyrics

[Intro]
Vinyl crackling, stories in the dust
Found my grandad's truth beneath the rust

[Verse 1]
Down in the basement, where memories leak
Found pops' collection, history speaks
Instagram filters can't capture this vibe
Working-class stories kept barely alive
Y'all posting selfies with vintage effects
While real culture's dying, show some respect
My grandfather's journal, leather-bound truth
Not some bullshit trend for clout-chasing youth
Accordion echoes from decades ago
Before social media ran the whole show

[Chorus]
Basement folklore, hidden in the dark
While influencers bite off more than they can mark
Cultural vultures with their phones up high
Trading heritage for likes, watch it die
F*ck your aesthetic, this ain't for show
These records tell stories you'll never know

[Verse 2]
Swedish-Finnish roots getting lost in the feed
Algorithm poetry nobody reads
My people's language fading day by day
While TikTok dancers got nothing to say
Found a tape recording, grandfather's voice
Speaking wisdom that would make Zuck rejoice
But y'all too busy with your digital shrine
To notice real culture dying over time
Factory whispers in vinyl grooves
While trust fund kids appropriate our moves

[Chorus]
Basement folklore, hidden in the dark
While influencers bite off more than they can mark
Cultural vultures with their phones up high
Trading heritage for likes, watch it die
F*ck your aesthetic, this ain't for show
These records tell stories you'll never know

[Verse 3]
Comments section full of fake respect
"So authentic," yeah, what did you expect?
Content creators mining our pain
For engagement metrics, shit's insane
My grandfather's hands built this town
While y'all build followers and clout
Digital graveyards of forgotten ways
While real culture slowly decays

[Outro]
In this basement, truth still remains
Unlike your profile, these grooves contain
Real f*cking stories, not just trends
When the internet dies, this never ends