George Duke - Trippin' lyrics

I grew up in a small town World War II housing For people of color Now when I was a kid round 8 years old My bedroom wall was next to a single guy A thin wall away from mine Was that a sign Trippin' Trippin' on a memory You know I'm trippin' Memories Nearly every weekend the guy played music That I later found out was jazz The ba** funky ....the sax player The trumpet soloed maybe Ray Charles or Les McCann The sound was oh so soaked with a lot of blues Maybe it was Miles The music really drew me in I love the way it made me feel Made me hope this dream Just trippin' Trippin' on a memory A memory The music would play as he got dressed The groove that they do at the club When the DJ turned off the music They're leaving home with some girl to rub The music would start up again Surrounded by the s** the blues the knocks on the wall Mama was always screaming Is somebody hurt Or did somebody fall backgroud I never knew ,you'd draw me in foreground. I loved the music Loved the way it drew me in Loved the way it made me feel Made me hope and dream that day I dreamed of Playing on the records Being at the gig Knockin on the thin wall Later I found that music could mean What you want it to mean Its the yen and the yang As Cannon used to say Ahuuuummm ! THE BALL USED TO SAY AAAHHHUUUMMM ! As the ball,used to say AAAAAHHHUMMMM !