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the good people of england play fierce dance music



big up First Nations brother xx

must come from the heart


love u


ur sic kunt Eireann lover brother 


malachi xx


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Go Millwall 🤣❤️

Malachi 

always Lewisham

the ends 

good people

an Englishman gave up his bed for me

here's to ur people's METTLE xx

I love Malcolm X

I love Sophie Ellis Bextor

🤣❤️🫶🐎🦅🧶🪡☘️💫🐶

I don't give a fuck

I wen't to Stonehenge when you could still get inside

Love the tunes

Malachi xx

3rd bottle of wine

Happy xx

Groovejet is a banger seen?

Malachi

Feelin 24 hour party people

Malachi

I met someone beautiful 🤫

London's amazing.

I almost never came home xx

Malachi

Follower of William Blake xx

Best modern music in the world

My name's Malachi Doyle Eireann blah blah emotion sure,

but my beloved mother was Maureen Warburton.

You've got this.

I need spliff 🤦‍♂️

Build it here Wurundjeri.

Poem end xx

Love

Man i could spit wicked bars over this like Scratch xx

It's my riddim

🙏

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