Lyrics: Georgia Copeland/Jourdan Blair/Justin Clarke
Music: Nick Sterrett
Grandma’s place, all of your uncles and aunties under one roof is the reason there was a smile on Grandma’s face,
The aroma of soul food created a whole new sense in my nasal,
The reason the question is food ready been answered like … patience,
Grandma’s place is foundation, its where it started,
The old school furniture, the vintage carpet, fridge magnets on the fridge showed the yard was owned by yardies,
The beatings the cuz got for putting his hands in the dutch pot were legendary,
Cos all you heard was a wah di bludclart ba duf ba duf that came secondary,
I miss Grandma’s place … she passed away,
And when she died things changed cos some of the fam don’t even chat today,
So I’m like come Mum … if I make 2 k I’d be like here’s a grand ma like I’m bringing back my mum’s mum,
We’ve got to keep the family tight and the legacy living,
So I sit my cousins down, turn the TV off when I’m telling the vision with hella description,
My grandma’s place was the heartbeat, it had a vibe,
And even though she died, it doesn’t die I wouldn’t lie,
So if your Grandma’s alive phone her up tell her hi, say summit nice - come on mate,
Cos what would Sundays be without - Grandma’s place
If I had a wish it would be for just one more day, at Grandma’s place,
And what I wouldn't give to feel her warm embrace,
Where I was raised at Grandma’s place,
Granny’s place after church,
I told my Nan I can relate to Pastor’s words,
The tables set and dinners ready,
Has somebody broke a plate befores it’s served,
It’s only right that we say a prayer first
Dear Lord bless the hands that made this meal
I pray the mandem in the bin get their appeals
Got some many reasons I should be grateful
I’d rather say it a prayer than my will
I’ve got family in martin e
They come back for Christmas every other year for half a week
And everytime they come back they bring back a part of me
Family group chats, when we awake they be fast asleep
I remember opening my first account
But these are the moments that count
Granny’s house - where I always think first before opening my mouth
And you can ask my brother Kadge you know that he can vouch
Nanny’s oldest Grandson, is the man that sell the handgun
And she ain’t ever heard me swear
Cos I ain’t the same person when I turn up there
And I never brown my laundry that was dirty there
Nanny told me focus and I’ll persevere
Secure the bag I see the purse appear
Now I know what caused the waterfalls
The memories can make a person tear
The memory will live with me forever
The memory will live with me forever
She kept it strong, taught us to stay together
She kept it strong, taught us to stay together
If I had a wish it would be for just one more day, at Grandma’s place,
And what I wouldn't give just to feel her warm embrace,
Where I was raised at Grandma’s place