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Good Memories
Prince Jazzbo
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Babylon gonna ponder
When I and I gone over yonder
Good memories, baby
Just like the dew that cling to dawn
I cling to you, my love (What him a say, chief?)
I cling to you as the memories
Of the things we used to do
Smoke the chalice and you throw away the malice
And you love your brother and your sister, I would say
More time I smoke a spliff and I feel irie
And I think about the memories of the good old days, I would say
So man, you smoke the weed and no throw away the seed
Plant the seed, I would say
Bring forth other weed, I would tell you
Tell you 'bout the good old days, I would say
'Bout Johnny and Tommy used to plant the seed
And him no kill out the breed
So smoke the weed and then you take care of the seed
No kill out the breed
Man, smoke the weed and take care of the seed, I would say
'Cause we caught gonna ponder
When them see I and I gone over yonder
And a sat upon Jah veranda
We caught surely had a ponder
Most of them a go panic like a bionic
'Cause them can't stand it
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Hey, good memories, baby
About the good old days, I would say
'Cause so from the beginning
Said, oh man, it's so to the end
All things that was good in the beginning
So it shall surely to the end
So man, you smoke the weed and you
Take care of the seed and you
Say you plant up the seed and you
And you grow up the breed of the weed
Most man gonna ponder
When them see I and I live in love and harmony
Amongst I brother and I sister
Most man can't stand it
Them a go vomit and panic
When them see I love one another as a brother, I would say
And I smoke the weed and take care of the seed
Fi grow another breed of the weed
But the sun a come and down the sun a take care
I would tell you memories 'bout the good old days
What him a say, chief?
Talking about smoking the weed and throw away the seed
To kill out the good weed seed, I would say
And him no know how nice and loving it is
Amongst I and I when I burn a
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When I burn a spliff, I feel irie
And when I lick up I chalice, I throw away malice, I would say
Yeah, man, smoke the weed and you
Take care of the seed and you
No kill out the breed, I would tell you
Plant up the seed and you take care of the breed
Good memories, baby
About my old grandfather was planting weed
And so his son come and plant weed
And so I go and saving the breed, yeah
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