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LOST (feat. Loyle Carner, Kojey Radical & JNR Williams)

LOST (feat. Loyle Carner, Kojey Radical & JNR Williams) (Single Mix)

Be Me

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Tin Foil Girl

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i tried to play dead, there's no escaping.

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i tried to play dead

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Grateful

Open Letters

I Just Need An Early Night

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Adult Workers

Love, Actually

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Crossed Fingers talks of fate, hope and defiance, somewhat melancholly verses are lifted like grey days the chorus shines with sun-like brightness. Bel Cobain's delivers her verse with delicate flair giving the dreamy track a silvery hue.

Written by Nathan Graham & Clem Appleby-Sherring (Sentric Music),  Srigala Temple-Smith, (Copyright Control), Elisa Imperilee & Bel Cobain. Produced by Srigala. Bass & Guitar by Clem Appleby, Vocals by Bel Cobain, backing vocals by Elisa Imperilee, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics -

Feeling like I lost it lately 
Days on my own thing roaming 
Jungle; but theres no Bagheera's 
Living off my own impulses 
But this worlds imploding 
Aint no control z 
Ain't no control full stop. 
Fate'll bake us all brown bread one day 
So, you decide.reaper sycthe, walk the line. 
On a knifes edge, spice heads,  
Rummaging scrap here – rat race running through time 
In the guise of reason we skeam on 
Crossed fingers... 
The hunger for sun through winters 
The hope mumbles keep on. 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 
 

Storms at home and the suns outside 
Stuck in the doorway, I was a child of the sun i'm a part of a tribe 
Sand by the shore-ways touched by the tips of my toes and my eye-lids rise 
Sink with the sunlight, I saw the blood in the gun fight  
Head in the same waters that a mum cries 
And I feel the same sore loads when I bun thai 
Crazy how I had to fill my own.. 
Company it's all smoke and mirrors til you drown your phone 
I'm at one in the daytime 
Deep rooted in the faith 
Guess I had to heal these bruises to free me from feeling the ache like...  

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 

Feeling like I lost my family. 
But I was raised on the low like simba. 
Except for when there no rafiki's 
Living off your own inscentives 
Feel it when the flow crescendos 
Ain't a firework here 
Bang stick and them buying work there 
Anticipate final finalé  
Cos I clocked now 
It's the lyrics that allow me  
Channel this sage in sound 
Been up we been doubty too but... 
Can't slip on this slope 
 

It's self built sticky and false 
Nah come we get rid of this  
God played a trick and its a joke 
Tryna feel the sun on my boat. 

 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 
 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.

Open Letters

Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn

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