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