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Chorus
(Yo') For all the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
We could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It doesn't matter, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I'm really missing
All the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
We could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It doesn't matter, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I really miss you

Verse One
And the first on my list is my big Brother Reuben
Was the first to hear my music and encouraging my movement
Then there's Stixx the DJ, known you back from when we played
As young as four years old in the sand
I'm glad we stayed so close like Jean Marc who always came to visit
Yeah we sat and wrote a movie together
There ain't no limits to the ideas we had
And Dyanna Fearon, I had the most fun producing your album
Writing and engineering
Aisha, Lei-an and Janye
Those were some of the best years of my life
And yo' I hope you feel the same
Ay' yo' Marie, for all the time you spent with me
I didn't mind how long you stayed and wished you'd never leave
And there was Charlene, Anthony and Danielle
You were my Family, I got to know you all so damn well
And can't forget Parris, you had my back at times it really mattered
You were Stokey, I was Stratford and we both making it happen
And Sienna, I put you on my first joint with Emma
We go back to Primary, that's as far as I remember
ESP where you at? With your Cousin Strap?
Two of the Illest lyricists I ever put on a track
And then there's Koya with K
And Andrea we studied together back in the day
I got so much love for you both, what can I say?
Would love to see you again
And there's name after name, after name

Chorus
Cos I'm naming all the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
We could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It don't matter, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I'm really missing
All the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
We could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It don't matter, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I really miss ya'

Verse Two
My Uncle Chris used to come and check me
Remember Charlene, Crystal and Becky, Shola Ama so impressed me
Phoebe One came through with dope vibes, recorded “Hands Up”
That record sold the most in twenty 0-five
And Mr Brown put it down the harder we try
And J Sean came through one time
And Estelle came through one time
And Richard Blackwood when he rhymed
Nujabes saw my records and he wanted to buy some breaks from me
But I ain't selling
And I would be here forever trying name everyone from studio sessions
And I can't forget Vanessa and the jokes I had with Sam
Cos everyone's impression made me just the way I am
Yo', remembering my Niece Amy, she was just a baby
Chilling on my black carpet, walls painted navy
And Rudine and Joel you came a few years later
So much family up in this skyscraper
On my floor, five neighbours, opposite was a Man and Wife
The man drunk once a year, because his son took his life
Sad times, happy times, all kinda times
Mad breaks, dope beats and all kinda rhymes
And Amal, I thought you were the best in world
And then your man called to tell me, “stop paging my girl”
I said, “she calling me back, so what you think about that?”
But I don't need to say it all on this track, let's take it back

Chorus
To the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
You could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It doesn't matter, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I'm really missing
All the peeps who came to see me up in Dennison Point
We could be Friends, or be recording a joint
It never mattered, cos you so made a difference to my story, my existence
Some dope Brothers and Sisters, some days I really miss ya'

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