Imola Q - Coronavirus lockdown
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Apologies as the quality isn't fantastic and the only acoustic guitar I had access to was missing a string. Stay safe! x

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Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee
03:45
Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee

Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee

Securicor - Jesus Hooligan
03:02
Securicor - Jesus Hooligan

℗ 2012 Jesus Hooligan Released on: 2012-02-01

Undertow
04:39
Undertow

by Nicotine Wisdom

BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
03:46
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here

Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee
03:45
Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee

Dope Beat Biz - W-E-Gee


Securicor - Jesus Hooligan
03:02
Securicor - Jesus Hooligan

℗ 2012 Jesus Hooligan Released on: 2012-02-01


Undertow
04:39
Undertow

by Nicotine Wisdom


BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
03:46
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here