(Verse 1) I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty getting fingers dusty in a number of states is the thrill the k** or hunt for chase catch me diggin in crates for fatter breaks than Pangaea making beats for streets creating a buzz like sangria searching groove merchants and virgin soil for soul unearthing those beats that make your body lose control and it dont stop a story telling never ending Calis the setting the plots a pot forever melting connecting cultures, through music its amusing disk jockeys rock parties and its records they're using awesome feeling my nodding head forecasts its the beats, no the vibes, man I cant hold back (chorus) so yes yes party people are you feeling the vibes? records are rotating and Im feelin alright we resurrect old artists and help their music survive so join us on this ride to keeping vinyl alive (repeat) (verse2) and now its Friday I just got paid Im off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait And Ill explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough without music Im handicapped and vinyls my crutch lifting me up inverting my frown when Im down mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found so I lounge until that day were bound by destiny looking past the cover to see if its meant to be cause if its unique Ill discover whats underneath to reveal its true appeal and if were destined to meet and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this and check the rhythm cause true love is in sync as I flirt with wax in search of romance honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks and perhaps happily after this chapter will end is it the beats or the steez? damn I cant comprehend... (chorus) its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes? records are rotating and Im feelin alright we resurrect old artists and help their music survive so join us on this ride to keeping vinyl alive (repeat)