Lyrics Sloppy Seconds (Live) - Watsky
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
Cuz
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
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
got
a
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
dont
care
(cold
pizza)
Where
you've
been
(tie-dye
shirts)
How
many
(broken
hearts)
miles,
I
still
love
you
I
dont
care
(hand
me
downs)
Where
you've
been
(left
overs)
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
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
Cuz
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
a
temper,
in
a
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
dont
care
(cold
pizza)
Where
you've
been
(tie-dye
shirts)
How
many
(broken
hearts)
miles,
I
still
love
you
I
dont
care
(hand
me
downs)
Where
you've
been
(left
overs)
How
many
(sloppy
seconds)
miles,
I
still
love
you
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