Groove, Паша Proorok Дура

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh

Make me your radio (Yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low (Turn it up a little bit)
This melody was meant for you
Just sing a long to my stereo
Gym Class Heroes, baby

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?
Like yeah, check it Travie, I can handle that