Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
you lookin' like?
I have you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six in the last twenty minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you secret?
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping you'll open up and put down your weapons

Up, up, let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your strap

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
What's up with
the independence?
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the always positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my off right here girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and and give it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain stopped
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now