[talking]

Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD.

Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done.



[woman singing]

Bringing back sweet memories (3x)



Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties

Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry

In my lifetime, ain't done too many things

better than watching your first son put his sentences together

Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when

I was the portrait of the artist as a young man

All them teenage dreams of rapping

Writing rhymes on napkins

Was really visualization

Making this shit actually happen

It's like something come through me

That truly just consume me

Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me

I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge

Took a plunge into my past to share with my son



Bringing back sweet memories (3x)



Like thoughts out the back of my mind

Going back in some time

Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line

Look back and you find

Tracks that make you relax and recline

Now cats rap about packing a nine

When they lacking divine

Inspiration

Running out of topics of conversation

Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation

I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf

And possibly you could follow me

Tap into your chi

Utilize your memory

To help you see clearly, then get back to me

Actually, nothing's new under the sun

So when life be stressing me

My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'

Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness

>From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment

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