

Yeah,
yeah
Back in the day,
we used to spin the block on a different page But now
the code is written in a digital cage I patch the vintage
circuits with a futuristic wire Blending classic soul fire with a synthesizer
choir
We keep it swinging like the golden years
But we are looking past the atmosphere
Yeah, we hold the groove inside our hands
While we rewrite the master plans
I keep one foot in ninety-four,
the other in the cloud My memories are quiet but the system's
screaming loud We chop the breakbeat down into a million little bits
Then glue it back together with the modern hit-makers
(hahaha,
yeah)
Retrograde, modern upgrade
We
are walking through the shade
We keep it swinging like the golden years
But we are looking past the atmosphere
Yeah, we hold the groove inside our hands
While we rewrite the master plans
Rewriting the plans
Spinning it back to the future