Lyrics:
hate
The more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note
Playin' the same song
Got the windows down, radio's on
Got the windows down, radio's
ones
I ain't splitting ties, no they be knotted up
This ain't no inuendo, we be blunt as fuck
So dot your I's and cross your T's
We be living up
Girl,
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, whoa-oh
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody
On the way to L.c.
In a blinding sun
c long long way from home
Desert highway rolling by
Singing high notes with the radio on
Moving day and night
I was five years old, riding in granddaddy's truck
Singing Deeper Than the Holler with the radio up
He'd smile and he'd say, "Boy, keep singing
If I was a radio
I'd sing you a million notes
Anytime that your feeling low
You could hold me close
Oh
And I'll play you a melody
I'll send all
colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note
Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh
You niggas got some
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radio heart
He tears the notes apart
He breaks my radio heart
I can't even restart
He breaks my radio heart, my radio heart
He breaks my radio heart
In
Page after page
Drawing in my composition
Page after page
Note Note Note Note
Page after page
Note Note Note Note
Welcome to my subconscious
All these
Barry Bonds
I just hit a dinger
Yogi Berra watch it glitter on my finger
I can hit a note
Uhhh
But no im not a singer
That was yo wife ?
But did you
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My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
Do you got a lot to do?
Yes I've got a lot to do
It looks like you've got a lot on your mind
Writing a note to you
New song on the mind
New song
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
on the radio?
The radio
You coined the terms that they use on the daily show
Broadcasting notes that you made when you heard the noise
Now you expect me to sing
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
See-note after
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote
Make me your radio (Yeah)
Turn me up when you feel low (Turn
to get my records on the radio
Working off my ass, trying to make some dough
Can't wait to spend some time in the studio
'Cause when I hear the note, it
She took all the pleasure and none of the pain
All of the credit and none of the blame
I came home to an empty flat
She'd left me a note
to question yeah
I told you
Now I'm gonna show you yeah
Turn the radio on there's a song for ya
It go like
Doh Rey Me Fa So La Ti Doh
La Ti Doh
I adore
I adore
Echoing laughter, as we hear the sound
The highway has it's notes, under the moon's soft glow
Singing along, to the radio
Singing along to the radio
Playin
let me see that ID, do you have any warrants or anything?”
He radio's in for backup, “We have a real nutcase over here”, I over hear
“That's what he
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