Luyện nghe bài hát Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you a car for its paint job
Love you if you a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to out all the bone chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit
Right in the moment where the road a bit sharp
And when you up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the window of your flipped car

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

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

Show me someone who says got no baggage
I'll show you somebody got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but 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 that I got a couple presidents ago
And I that I would rock it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single got a couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in this
It'll just be me and you we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the

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

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

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

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

My pattern with women isn't a flattering
But I don't want to run away I said so
I want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I let show
in fashion
That has happened
Always crashing down
let go
But in a couple years it will be
You rock Ecko
My shirts the gecko
'Cause in the man, I was hopeless
But now's it's why my little look the dopest
(whoop whoop)
Fuck the po-po
a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second
That's a plan I never
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged

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

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

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