(Verse 1) It started on a Saturday, feelin’ real bored, Saw Dad’s vinyl stack like treasure we could hoard. Temptation too strong, we couldn't resist, So we became DJs with a flick of the wrist. SCREEEECH-WIKKA-WIKKA-SCREEEECH — Uh oh, too slick, My bro yelled, "Look, I’m a mixmaster quick!" I'm scratchin’ up Marvin, he’s cuttin’ up The Temptations, Both of us wild like we runnin' a station. Next thing you know, the door swung wide, It’s Dad with the look like lightning collide. Face froze solid, jaw dropped to the floor, “You BETTER tell me y’all ain’t touchin’ my 45s no more!” (Hook) "Who scratched my vinyl?! Who touched my groove?! You playin’ DJ, now you better move! This ain't your TikTok, this ain't your stream — You just wrecked the soundtrack of all my dreams!" (Verse 2) But we ain’t learn nothin’, nah, we kept goin', "Check out this beat," my lil’ bro glowin'. I pulled out The Jacksons, gave it a spin, "WIKKA-WIKKA-WHAT?! This my number one win!" My brother got fancy, tried a spin-back, But all he got was a scratch that was pitch-black. "Yo, that don't sound right," I said with a frown, But instead of stoppin', he doubled down. Pulled out Stevie Wonder, thought it’d be fun, Gave it that CH-CH-CH SCREEEECH like a loaded gun. Just then, we heard footsteps gettin' louder, Heartbeats jumpin' like the kick on the louder. (Hook) "Who scratched my vinyl?! Who touched my groove?! You playin’ DJ, now you better move! This ain't your TikTok, this ain't your stream — You just wrecked the soundtrack of all my dreams!" (Bridge) We tried to hide but Dad saw the proof, Vinyl dust floatin' like snow on the roof. He pulled out a record, turned it to the side, "What's this canyon-sized crack y’all tryna hide?!" "You scratched Curtis Mayfield, what kind of crime?! This ain't Fortnite, boy, this ain't screen time! You can't 'undo' this, no Control + Z, Y’all just made a permanent memory for me." (Verse 3) We tried to explain, but Dad was too hot, Pointin’ at James Brown like, "Y’all scuffed the whole lot!" He sat us both down, gave a history lesson, "These ain't just records, they moments I'm stressin'. That’s your mama and me dancin’ real slow, That’s me and my boys watchin’ dreams grow. Y’all think it’s funny? These ain’t just tunes — This my whole life spinnin' under the moon!" (Hook — Final) "Who scratched my vinyl?! Who touched my groove?! You playin’ DJ, now you better move! This ain't your TikTok, this ain't your stream — You just wrecked the soundtrack of all my dreams!" (Outro) Now we just stare at that shelf with regret, Every scratch we made is a mark we won't forget. No more DJ dreams, no mixmaster play, Just two kids hopin' Dad's mood turns okay. But every now and then, when Dad’s outta sight, We still hit that WIKKA-WIKKA... just to feel right.