extra stereo.
Its bits for you.
Hear my thoughts in
every note.
Make me a radio.
meant for you to sing along to my stereo.
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf,
would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back,
could you manage that?
Yeah, check your gravity, I can handle that.
Furthermore,
I apologize for any skipping tracks.
It's just the last girl to play me left a couple cracks.
I used to,
used to,
used to,
used to,
now I'm over that.
Because holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts.
If I could only find a note to make you understand,
I'd sing it softly in your ear and *** you by the hands.
Keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune,
and know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you.
Ha ha ha.
My
heart's a stereo,
the pitch for you, so listen close.
Hear my thoughts in every note.
Oh oh.
Make me a radio,
turn me up when you feel low.
This melody was meant for you
to sing along to my stereo.
Oh oh.
Oh oh.
To my stereo.
Oh oh.
Oh oh.
So sing along to my stereo.
Let's go.
If I was an old school 50 pound boombox,
would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you
walk?
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
and crank it higher every time they told you
to stop?
And all I ask is that you don't get
mad at me when you have to purchase mad
D batteries.
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make.
You never know we come and go
like on the interstate.
I think I finally found a note to make you understand.
If you
can read it, sing along and take me by the hand.
Just keep me stuck inside your head
like your favorite tune.
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you.
Ha ha ha.
Yeah.
Listen.
Oh.
Come on.
You gotta go.
Sing it all night.
Yeah.
To my stereo.
Oh oh.
Oh oh.
Oh oh.
Uh huh.
Turn it up.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.