Would you hold me on your shoulder, wherever you walk If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tuneĪnd know my heart’s a stereo that only plays for you I’d sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand If I could only find a note to make you understand I used to used to used to used to, now I’m over thatĬause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts It’s just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks Like it read well, check it Travie, I can handle thatįurthermore, I apolo gize for any skipping tracks If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that? Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else? If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
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