Sloppy Seconds Karaoke - Watsky

This title is a cover of Sloppy Seconds as made famous by Watsky

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 118 BPM

In the same key as the original: F♯m

Duration: 04:07 - Preview at: 01:46

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Release date: 2013
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: George Watsky, Kushagra Mody

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Lyrics 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

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

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

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

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

I don't care

I don't care where you've been where you've been

How many miles

I still love you

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