Radio lyrics

(Verse 1)
I was sitting in the womb
I could still hear the bassline boom
As my dad sat spun with the forty-five tune
Crashed out on the couch with a needle in his hand
As I scratched on the record, ash it in the can
Hear his songs and they keep ya life spinnin'
As the water bursts, mornin' birds singin'
Dad's peaking, gotta call the nurse to pick us up
She got the Beatles on the tape deck
Hard days' night and I ain't even seen the day yet
I just wanna hold your, hand momma
We can put the Funkadelic on and just jam momma
I be singing little feet, as I kick mine on your stomach
Put your head on the pillow, and Miles on the trumpet
Don't worry I'll be out soon, soon as pop gets here
We can all celebrate, and you can get the best gear
And we can get high to the Earth, Wind and Fire and;
We'll be a family, just like (?)

(Chorus)
Cause that's, just, what I do
Like ever since I was a kid, I would, play my music
On my radio because, that's, all, that I knew
Like ever since I was a kid, I used to, play my music
(Verse 2)
And I was sittin' in my room, I could still hear my folks argue
To that same broken record that they used to dance to
Had my pants to the back, that's when I got my first tape
Then my pops got me Doggystyle for my birthday
And I was just a pup, just tryna chase the cat
Never knew about death, just so I'm playing back
At, this DJ getting eaten by my tape deck
Dr. Greenthumb but I ain't even been blazed yet
Basshead like my pops used to play me Parliament
I was playing Dre and he showed me how he sampled it
Studying the art of written rhymes in my bedroom
Ripped up my homework, worked on my ex-cuse
Ran from that bully with The Pharcyde playing
And my little heart racing, bassline vibrating in my headphones
Everything will be alright once I get home
And put a record on

(Chorus)
Cause that's, just, what I do
Like ever since I was a kid, I would, play my music
On my radio because, that's, all, that I knew
Like ever since I was a kid, I used to, play my music

(Verse 3)
Now we flip it to the b-side
One song, twenty seven years long
My youths gone but I still got snoop on
New Orleans records that play like a hidden message
And return me to the essence of my adolescence
As I hear the Neville brothers play I-
Fly on a yellow moon, and I can hear my mum crying for settle
As the drums bang, screaming louder than the punk bands
Something like the song Neil Young sang
One more drink still playin'
As my momma woke up a-lone so I got stoned
Family broke up-ah
I can still remember when I was only three
Watching pops play thinkin' that was what I wanna be
And I still go digging in that crate when I need to
Records like a record of all the sh*t I been through
Needles leave scars of the past on the arms of my mum
As she held me and we danced to the music