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A journey back in time
Peace, love, and joy was on our minds
We had the best of times
What a sweet
Sweet, sweet memories
Oh, oh
Sweet
Nine o'clock on the dot searching for a jam session
Somewhere that I can let my hair down and have a good time
But everywhere that I go leaves me in further depression
On one side are the girls, the next are the boys, form a line
I remember the good old days when we had to sway
When the music play
And you know when you touch the lawn from dusk 'til dawn
We nah go nowhere
I remember the stars at night
The purest vibes, we were a family
And they don't even know
How it used to be
When the big sound string up and the massive step in
Beer and a girl to every man on the scene
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
Selector a play and every big tune pull up
Everyone a rub-a-dub, the dance floor full up
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
We used to move
Somebody start the electric fly
No worry 'bout gun and knife
On every face, there was a smile
Wish they'd come with me on a journey back in time
When music was fun and the lyrics kind
Peace, love, and joy was on our minds
And police don't lock off dance 'cause they would be dancing too
Friday night was just a time to hang with friends and crew
It was the best of times, we were a family
And they don't even care
How it used to be
When the big sound string up and the massive step in
Beer and a girl to every man on the scene
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
Selector a play and every big tune pull up
Everyone a rub-a-dub, the dance floor full up
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
I remember the good old days when we had to sway
When the music play
And you know when you touch the lawn from dusk 'til dawn
We nah go nowhere
It was the best of times, we were a family
And they don't even care
How it used to be
When the big sound string up and the massive step in
Beer and a girl to every man on the scene
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
Selector a play and every big tune pull up
Everyone a rub-a-dub, the dance floor full up
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
When the big sound string up and the massive step in
Beer and a girl to every man on the scene
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
Selector a play and every big tune pull up
Everyone a rub-a-dub, the dance floor full up
What a sweet, sweet time like this
And nothing is amiss
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