Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you a car for its paint job
you if you love a car for the road trips
Show me the and your arms 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 where the curved a bit sharp
And you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you the open window of your flipped car

Cold
Tie-dye
Broken
Give'm here, here
Hand me
Give me me leftovers
me give me sloppy seconds
Give em here, give em

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

Show me who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody got no story
gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We won't until we get there
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 soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants
Me and you and the

We all our pitfalls
flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their momma can the drama
That's happening behind thin walls

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a flattering
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 be giving you the side of me that I don't let show
in fashion
That has ever
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a years it will be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's it's why my little cousins the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't no tips
Fuck a second rule
That's a I never understood
It's September in my in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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

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