Peytan Porter Run The Radio
[Intro]
Hey yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm the product of love, April '97
Two kids at an Allman Brothers show
My daddy was a hometown last name legend
Mama tied to the whipping post
They raised me on red book hymns and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Taught me every word to Curtis Loew
And I always thought their soundtrack was mine
'Til I found one of my own
[Chorus]
I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
[Verse 2]
I tried to like house for eight long months
For a bum named Benny in a van
His to-do list said “get a haircut”
His dad said “get a five year plan”
I bet he's still spending rent money on drugs
That make him feel like Peter Pan
To this day, I hate "Heat Waves"
Every other song on "Dreamland"
[Chorus]
I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now
[Chorus]
I'm making my own melody
I'll follow that road up ahead of me
Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down
Hey, hey, I run the radio now
My song, my style, my soul, my sound
Hey, hey, I run the radio now