Sloppy Seconds

Lyrics

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
 Tie-dye shirts
 Broken hearts
 Give 'em here, give 'em 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 who's 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 'til 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (hand me downs)
 Leftovers (leftovers)
 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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (left overs)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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 the 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (oh hand me downs)
 Give me, give me leftovers (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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (leftovers)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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
 Tie-dye shirts
 Broken hearts
 Give 'em here, give 'em 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 who's 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 'til 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (hand me downs)
 Leftovers (leftovers)
 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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (left overs)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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 the 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (oh hand me downs)
 Give me, give me leftovers (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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (leftovers)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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
 Tie-dye shirts
 Broken hearts
 Give 'em here, give 'em 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 who's 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 'til 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (hand me downs)
 Leftovers (leftovers)
 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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (left overs)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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 the 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (oh hand me downs)
 Give me, give me leftovers (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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (leftovers)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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
 Tie-dye shirts
 Broken hearts
 Give 'em here, give 'em 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 who's 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 'til 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (hand me downs)
 Leftovers (leftovers)
 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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (left overs)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)
 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 the 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 'em here, give 'em here
 Hand me downs (oh hand me downs)
 Give me, give me leftovers (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
 I don't care (cold pizza)
 Where you've been (tie-dye shirts)
 How many miles, I still love you (broken hearts)
 I don't care (hand me downs)
 Where you've been (leftovers)
 How many miles, I still love you (sloppy seconds)

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Song Details

Duration
04:05
Key
6
Tempo
118 BPM

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