Lyrics. My heart's a stereo. It beats for you, so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every note o-oh. Make me your radio. Turn me up when you feel low. This melody was meant for you. So 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. |--| Like it read it well, check it, Matty, I can handle that. Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks. It's just the last beat that played me left a couple cracks. I used to used to used to used to, now I'm over that. Not holding on to older lyrics like ancient artifacts. If I could only find a note to make you understand. I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hands. To keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune. And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you. 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 was meant for you. So sing along to my stereo. Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, to my stereo. Oh oh oh oh, so sing along to my stereo. If I was an old-school, fifty 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 you hear the beat drop. And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me. I'm playing hard but working harder, that's the motto B. 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 hit it, sing along and take me by the hand. T' keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune. And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you. [Chorus Repeat].