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 your and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to out all the bone chips
'Cause you pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping seat belt
And pulling you from the window of your flipped car

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

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

Show me someone who says they got no
I'll show you somebody whose got no
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't me
We won't until we get there
The who, or the what, or the when
My sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till it's thread
Bet on it
Every single person got a skeletons
So pretty soon, in room
It'll just be me and you 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, give'm
me downs (hand me downs)
(leftovers)
Sloppy
Give'm here, give'm

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

I care (cold pizza)
you've been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I love you
I care (hand me downs)
you've been (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you

My pattern with women isn't a image
But I don't want to run away 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 that I don't let
Everything in
That has ever
Always coming down
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You rock Marc
My shirts the gecko
in the past man, I was hopeless
But it's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
Fuck a second rule
That's a I never understood
It's September in my in a Christmas sweater
cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods

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

Cold (cold pizza)
shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken
Give'm here, Give'm
Hand me downs (oh me downs)
me give me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me give me seconds
Give'm here give'm

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

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