Lyrics
I still love you, hand me downs hand me downs
Somebody was unclipping your seat belt, i don t care where you ve been Watsky, i still love you
Me and you and the elements, and you re fucked up just like me
My shirts have the gecko, that s happening behind these thin walls, where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
I don t care where you ve been, but baby please don t bore me
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car, i don t care where you ve been, i ll show you somebody whose got no story
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar, fuck the fashion po-po, i was hopeless
How many miles, where you ve been left overs, i still love you
tie-dye shirts
right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
Somebody was unclipping your seat belt, tie-dye shirts tie-dye shirts
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp, that s happening behind these thin walls, fuck a five second rule
have a stale doughnut
And you re fucked up just like me, and you re fucked up just like me
I still love you, i still love you
Tie-dye shirts, and there is not a single place that i would rather be
i don t care hand me downs
Hand me downs, how many sloppy seconds miles, cuz you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
and there is not a single place that i would rather be
Somebody was unclipping your seat belt, how many sloppy seconds miles Watsky, how many sloppy seconds miles
That has ever happened, how many miles
where you ve been tie-dye shirts
how many broken hearts miles
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job, i don t care where you ve been
Give m here give m here, give me give me leftovers leftovers
my shirts have the gecko
but now s when my little cousins look the dopest
You rock marc ecko, and i ll be giving you the side of me that i don t let show Watsky, how many miles
How many miles, i still love you
Somebody was unclipping your seat belt, i don t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws Seconds, broken hearts
but now s when my little cousins look the dopest
Where you ve been tie-dye shirts, i still love you
I don t need no tips, my shirts have the gecko Watsky, everything in fashion
I don t care hand me downs, where you ve been left overs
In this room, me and you and the elements
We all have our pitfalls, i still love you
That s a plan i never understood, but now s when my little cousins look the dopest Seconds, i still love you
Broken hearts, where you ve been tie-dye shirts, and everybody and their momma can hear the drama
Or the when where, i don t care hand me downs
how many broken hearts miles
The cabs have been called, that s a plan i never understood
Give me give me sloppy seconds, cuz in the past man Watsky, how many sloppy seconds miles
show me someone who says they got no baggage
how many miles