Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the weak
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's make a love, a little hate
A give and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now