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Singen Sloppy Seconds Karaoke - Watsky - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Sloppy Seconds im Stil von: Watsky

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Im gleichen Tempo wie das Original: 118 BPM

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: F♯m

Dauer: 04:07 - Vorschau auf: 01:46

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Veröffentlichung: 2013
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Englisch
Original Songwriter: George Watsky, Kushagra Mody

Alle erhältlichen Titel sind Playbacks und keine Originalversionen.

Text 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
'Cos you were pressin' 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 unclippin' your seat belt and pullin' 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
Nothin' 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 mama can hear the drama that's happenin' behind these thin walls
Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts
Tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts
Give 'em here, give 'em here
Give 'em here, give 'em here uh
Hand me downs
Leftovers
Hand me downs
Leftovers
Sloppy seconds
Give 'em here, give 'em here
Give 'em here, give 'em here
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
My pattern with women isn't a flatterin' image but I don't wanna run away because I said so
I don't wanna be the guy to hide all of my flaws and I'll be givin' you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in fashion that has ever happened always comin' crashin' down, better let go
But in a couple years it will be retro
You rock Marc Ecko
My shirts have the gecko
'Cos in the past man
I was hopeless but now's when my little cousins look the dopest
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
Sippin' cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
And there is not a single place
And there is not a single place that I would rather be that I would rather be
I'm fucked up just like you are
I'm fucked up just like you are and you're fucked up just like me and you're fucked up just like me
Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts
Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts
Give 'em here, give 'em here
Oh give 'em here, give 'em here
Hand me downs
Give me, give me leftovers
Oh hand me downs
Leftovers
Give me, give me sloppy seconds
Give 'em here, give 'em here
Oh give 'em here, give 'em here
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you
I don't care
I don't care where you've been where you've been
How many miles
How many miles
I still love you
I still love you

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