Need my 33's (feat. Omar Coleman)
Got to feed my inspiration
And keep up on the grooves
They might make you sneeze
But I need my thirty threes
Could be locked up in the attic
Or by a shelf where no one cares
Help me spin out there
Yes I need my thirty threes
Hold me tight
Don't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
I'm a twenty first century man
With a twentieth century heart
Put away the digital tease
I'll meet you by your thirty threes
Get yourself a stereo
And a turntable too
Put the record on the platter
Then you drop the needle too
Hold me tight
Won't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
Yes I do
Got those funky fourty fives
And seventy eights too
They even got sixteens
But I need my thirty threes
You're gonna deal with
Some static
And a pop or skip or two
But baby a bass like that
Can shake us to the moon
Hold me tight
Don't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
I need my thirty threes
Now wait a minute
I came home the other night
My lady was playing her phone through
My stereo
And there were records missing
She said you know honey I was looking
To clear some space
I said no way baby
Not my records
You can get rid of the TV
The couches
The bed
The goldfish
Heck just about anything
I'll even sleep on the floor
Give me back my records please
And keep up on the grooves
They might make you sneeze
But I need my thirty threes
Could be locked up in the attic
Or by a shelf where no one cares
Help me spin out there
Yes I need my thirty threes
Hold me tight
Don't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
I'm a twenty first century man
With a twentieth century heart
Put away the digital tease
I'll meet you by your thirty threes
Get yourself a stereo
And a turntable too
Put the record on the platter
Then you drop the needle too
Hold me tight
Won't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
Yes I do
Got those funky fourty fives
And seventy eights too
They even got sixteens
But I need my thirty threes
You're gonna deal with
Some static
And a pop or skip or two
But baby a bass like that
Can shake us to the moon
Hold me tight
Don't let me get away
I need my thirty threes
To help me get through the day
I need my thirty threes
Now wait a minute
I came home the other night
My lady was playing her phone through
My stereo
And there were records missing
She said you know honey I was looking
To clear some space
I said no way baby
Not my records
You can get rid of the TV
The couches
The bed
The goldfish
Heck just about anything
I'll even sleep on the floor
Give me back my records please
Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Coutts
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