Vinyl

I press the wax to a disc I grab your hand twirl you around and put the grooves in that shit As soon as the needle hits we gon start cruising and shit I watch you waltz and i'm just wonderin' how you doing that shit? You doing that shit You fluent in this Man, i ain't got no rhythm but that's okay I'm full nigga but they still call me "oreo" anyway But that's okay Cause they gonna see that t-locke paved the way And you be right here by side incase you need to save the day And you're beautiful (Need to hear it) Your eyes lead to the spirit You got prowess when writing lyrics, there's talent, f*ck is a gimmick? You don't got one And you don't eat wings but you'll always be my hot one And just know when the music stops we are not done I press the wax to a disc I grab your hand twirl you around and put the grooves in that shit As soon as the needle hits we gon start cruising and shit I watch you waltz and i'm just wonderin' how you doing that shit? You doing that shit Polka dot piano on Fremont Street Watching the day end was bittersweet We got another page, the story's incomplete So let's fly away, I call the window seat