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Watsky - Sloppy Seconds - Remix lyrics

Artist: Watsky

album: Sloppy Seconds (Remix)


Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up
Somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts, give'm here, give'm here
(Give'm here)
Hand me down (hand me downs)
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
Give em here, give em here
Show me someone who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, so baby please don't bore me
We won't know until we get there
The who, or the what, or the when where
My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till it's thread bare
Bet on it
Every single person gotta couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the elements
We all have our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their momma can hear the
Drama that's happening behind these thin walls
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts, give'm here, give'm here
Hand me down (hand me downs)
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
Give'm here, give'm here
I don't care where you've been
How many miles
I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles
I still love you
My pattern with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run away because I said so
I dont want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in fashion
That has ever happened
Always coming crashing down
Better let go
But in a couple years it will be retro
You rock Marc Ecko
My shirts have the gecko
'Cause in the past man, I was hopeless
Now's when my little cousins look the dopest
(Whoop whoop)
Fuck the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fuck a five second rule
That's a plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
And there is not a single place that I would rather be
I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up just like me
Cold pizza (Cold pizza)
Tie-dye shirts (Tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
Give'm here, give'm here
Hand me downs (Hand me downs)
Leftovers (Leftovers)
Sloppy seconds
Give'm here, give'm here
I don't care where you've been
How many miles
I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
Love you, love you, you
I still love you
I love you, love you
I still love you
Love you, love you
I still love you
Love you
I still love you
Love
I still love you
Love you

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