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

pizza
Tie-dye
hearts
Give'm here, give'm
Hand me
Give me me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy
Give em here, em here

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

Show me someone who they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody got no story
Nothing gory no glory, but baby please don't bore me
We know until we get there
The who, or the what, or the where
My favorite sweater was a that 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 couple
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 have our
Beer's flat, the cabs been called
And and their momma can hear the drama
That's happening behind these walls

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

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

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

My pattern with isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run because I said so
I don't to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me I don't let show
in fashion
That has happened
Always coming crashing
let go
But in a couple it will be retro
You Marc Ecko
My have the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was
But now's it's why my little cousins look the
(whoop whoop)
the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no
Fuck a five rule
a plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas
Sipping cold on the phone with damaged goods

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

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

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

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