Sloppy Seconds

Watsky

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Tono:
F#m A D [Verse 1]
F#m Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
A Love you if you love a car for the road trips
D Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
C#m Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
F#m ‘Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
A Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
D And when you woke up somebody was unclipping your seat belt
C#m And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car [Chorus 1]
F#m Cold pizza
A Tie-dye shirts
D Broken hearts
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m Hand-me-downs
A Give me give me leftovers
D Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m How many miles, I still love you [x2] [Verse 2]
D Show me somebody who says they got no baggage I’ll show you somebody who’s got no story
F#m Nothing gory means no glory
A E D But baby please don’t bore me We won’t know until we get there The who or the what or the when, where
F#m A My favourite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
E D And I promised that I would rock it ‘til it’s threadbare Bet on it Every single person’s got a couple skeletons
F#m So pretty soon in this room
A It’ll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
E Me and you and the elements
D We all have our pitfalls Beer’s flat, the cabs have been called
F#m And everybody and their momma can hear the drama
E That’s happening behind these thin walls [Chorus 2]
F#m Cold pizza
A D Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) Broken hearts
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
D Leftovers (leftovers) Sloppy seconds
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m How many miles, I still love you [x2]
F#m A I don’t care (cold pizza)
D Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you [Verse 3]
D My pattern with women isn’t a flattering image But I don’t want to run away because I said so
F#m I don’t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
E And I’ll be giving you the side of me that I don’t let show
D Everything in fashion that has ever happened Always coming crashing down; better let go
F#m But in a couple years it will be retro
E You rock Marc Ecko, my shirts have the gecko
D ‘Cause in the past man, I was hopeless But now’s when my little cousins look the dopest
F#m (Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po
A E D Have a stale doughnut, I don’t need no tips Fuck a five second rule That’s a plan I never understood
F#m It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
E Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
F#m A D C#m And there is not a single place that I would rather be
F#m A D C#m I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me [Chorus 3]
F#m A Cold pizza (cold pizza)
D Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) Broken hearts
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
(A) D Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
(D) Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m How many miles, I still love you [x2]
F#m A I don’t care (cold pizza)
D Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
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Composición: George Watsky

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