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 had to pull 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 up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of flipped car

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

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

Show me someone who says got no baggage
I'll you somebody whose got no story
Nothing means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We won't know 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 that I would rock it till it's 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 our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the cabs been called
And everybody and their momma can hear the
That's happening these thin walls

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

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

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

My pattern with isn't a flattering image
But I don't to run away 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
Everything in
That has ever
coming crashing down
let go
But in a couple years it be retro
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's why my little cousins look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second
a plan I never understood
It's in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged

And there is not a place that I would 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 (oh hand me downs)
Give me me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me me sloppy seconds
Give'm give'm here

I care where you've been
How miles, I still love you
I don't care where been
How miles, I still 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 you've (left overs)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I love you