Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you a car for its paint job
Love you if you love a car for the trips
Show me the miles and arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to out all the bone chips
you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat
And you from the open window of your flipped car

pizza
Tie-dye
Broken
Give'm here, here
me downs
Give me me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy
em here, give em here

I don't care you've been
How miles, I still love you
I don't care where been
How miles, I still love you

Show me who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We won't know until we get
The who, or the what, or the where
My favorite sweater was a present I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person got a skeletons
So pretty soon, in this
It'll be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

We all have our
Beer's flat, the have been called
And everybody and momma can hear the drama
That's behind these thin walls

pizza
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
hearts
Give'm here, here
me downs (hand me downs)
(leftovers)
Sloppy
Give'm here, here

I care where you've been
How many miles, I love you
I care where you've been
How many miles, I still you

I don't (cold pizza)
you've been (tie-dye shirts)
How (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don't (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you

My pattern women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
Everything in
has ever happened
Always crashing down
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You Marc Ecko
My have the gecko
in the past man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little cousins look the
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't no tips
Fuck a five second
a plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the with damaged goods

And there is not a place that I would rather be
I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up just me

pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts)
hearts
Give'm here, Give'm
Hand me downs (oh me downs)
me give me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me give me sloppy
Give'm give'm here

I care where you've been
How many miles, I love you
I don't care where you've
How many miles, I love you

I care (cold pizza)
Where been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you
I don't (hand me downs)
Where been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you