Jaxon Vibe - Vinyl Blood Lyrics

[Intro]
Scratched records and broken dreams
My old man's vinyl screams
Through generations of schemes

[Verse 1]
Dusty shelves, jazz notes bleeding through time
Grandma's kitchen, that old paradigm
Pops thought he was passing down gold
But all I got was patterns getting old
First time I heard Labor Days, shit changed
My mind got rearranged, felt strange
Looking at those records different now
Like handcuffs wrapped in velvet, somehow

[Chorus]
They want me in that groove, that family loop
But I'm scratching through the truth
Breaking every rule they wrote in stone
Rather be a rebel than their f*cking clone
(Than their f*cking clone)

[Verse 2]
Cultural inheritance, yeah, that's what they called it
More like psychological warfare, I'm being honest
Daddy's jazz collection, pristine and proud
While my bedroom beats got too damn loud
Every scratch I make on these precious plates
Is middle fingers up to those golden gates
Of what they thought I should become
Their perfect son, yeah, I'm f*cking done

[Bridge]
In grandma's kitchen, memories fade
Like coffee stains and vinyl played
Too many times until it breaks
That's what it takes, that's what it takes

[Verse 3]
Now I'm sampling broken pieces of their dreams
Distorting every note until it screams
They wanted me to carry on tradition
I turned it to artistic ammunition
Every skip and pop becomes my voice
Destroying what was never really choice
Underground sounds saved my f*cking mind
Left their precious records all behind

[Outro]
The needle drops, but this time it's mine
Breaking patterns, crossing every line
Let it scratch, let it bleed
This is all I'll ever need