Trick Me, Hannah Kah
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Official music video of Trick Me, by Kah
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DJ JON JAY - Bootleg Bounce Vol. 1
Bootleg Bounce Vol 1, by DJ Jon Jay
Gerald Horton -
INSTAGRAM : https://www.instagram.com/geraldngibson/ TWITTER https://twitter.com/GeraldH84499085Guitar : Vintage Martin & CO. DM Sigma Japan Acoustic Electric Voice : Gerald Horton Writing : Gerald Horton Video : Recorded with an Apple IMAC Audio : sound recorded with a RODE NT-USB MICROPHONE in one continuous live take or recording session.
11:11 P.M., by Martini Police
11:11 P.M., by Martini Police
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
Gerald Horton -
INSTAGRAM : https://www.instagram.com/geraldngibson/ TWITTER https://twitter.com/GeraldH84499085Guitar : Vintage Martin & CO. DM Sigma Japan Acoustic Electric Voice : Gerald Horton Writing : Gerald Horton Video : Recorded with an Apple IMAC Audio : sound recorded with a RODE NT-USB MICROPHONE in one continuous live take or recording session.
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