Testo Good Old Days - Gentlemen
Testo della canzone Good Old Days (Gentlemen), tratta dall'album #SaveReggae, Vol. 2
Oh yes
We longing to hold a joy again
What they can't destroy again
Tell them we nah left on ya
Bring back the love upon the corner
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
I remember all the days we used to grow up on a corner
Side the youth and hold a medz and burn the marijuana
There wasn't no fuss there was no time for drama
The youths them used to move much calmer
Nowadays a bare war and every youth a bust the armor
A cause bare tragedy and cause bare drama
Whole heap of backbiting and informer
Officer don't lock the song cause it calm ya
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
Look here
Tired fi hear bad news about another youth falling
Tried and still tried another young mother bawling
We giving out the warning them never hear the calling
Seems like them keep on stalling
How much more we haffi take it's time the media get a blame
Broadcasting rubbish and lies to get a fame
The perpetrator and the murderer two are the same
Them a try fi stop the happiness who attached them
For the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
Could sit down and hold a reason and we don't have to cuss
We don't have to war and we don't have to fuss
We have the overstanding every youth want a buss
Take it easy nah get caught inna the rush, no no
Tired fi see the wrong people inna handcuffs
Them try fi make a living while the system so rough
Youth no bother come here come bluff
Don't come around here come tan no crop
When we sing about the good old days
And then again the good old ways
We talking about the good old days
And when the youths them used to hold a vibe
We bringing back the good old days
And then again the good old days
Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Woodrowe James, Tilmann Otto, Everold Dwyer, Lincoln Barrington Minott, Lloyd Jr James
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