Watsky - Sloppy Seconds lyrics

[Watsky - Sloppy Seconds lyrics]

Fuck you if you love a car for it's 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, tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts, give'm here, give'm here
Hand me downs, give me give me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy seconds
Give em here, give em 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

Show me someone who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but 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 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 don't care (Cold pizza)
Where you've been (Tie-dye shirts) how many
(Broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don't care (Hand me downs)
Where you've been (Leftovers) how many
(Sloppy seconds) 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 don't 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
But 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 (Oh, 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

I don't care (Cold pizza)
Where you've been (Tie-dye shirts) how many
(Broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don't care (Hand me downs)
Where you've been (Leftovers) how many
(Sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you

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