Lyrics

Big Daddy, I just want to thank you
Thank you for helping your son discover
His passion, yo

Supposed to be in bed when the house party started
Of course, that only tempted me to leave my door cracked
Just so I could hear some more of that good stuff
Coming from the Florida room that my daddy cooked up
Funk, Soul, Jazz, Rock to Gospel
The impact was colossal, these fossils
That I discovered when I dug through his wooden crates
Eventually helped shape my sonic landscape
Caseloads of Maxell cassette tapes
Gave me a place to escape soon as he pressed play
I had a front row seat to black romance
Watching Mom and Dad slow dance
All over that shagged carpet
The rhythm and blues of black artists
Was captured in that room by the kitchen
Whole family on the dancefloor, now assume the position

Pops used to keep it groovin'
With constant classic music
Those records were always movin'
Thank you for all those exclusives

Expensive gear, German engineered
Crystal clear, candy for the ears
In this room, friends and family would appear
Full of good cheer, there might have been a few beers
But I never partook, besides the vibrations
Served as my intoxication
Music was something I couldn't leave alone
I used to zone, just staring at the speaker cones
Don't touch the volume, leave it up
He had the windows shaking off How Deep is Your Love
Keith Sweat, audio presets
Daddy had it down to a science, he got us open like eject
Buttons, Earth, Wind and Fire to Sade
Anita Baker, Cameo, The Bar-Kays
Prince, George Clinton. and plenty more to mention
A house full of harmony, how the Lord intended

Pops used to keep it groovin'
With constant classic music
Those records were always movin'
Thank you for all those exclusives

Thank you for those exclusives
Man, I miss you so much, Big Daddy
Oh man, you poured so much into, man
Ha, you definitely left a mess in there, man, haha
Thank you, thank you