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Watsky - Sloppy Seconds - аккорды и текст, видео

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Sloppy Seconds
Watsky
Watsky - Sloppy Seconds



Rhythm-wise, many of the sections play the chords on the off-beats, which may be a bit tricky at first until 
you get the hang of it; listen to the song to figure out where this happens and play along to get used to it.

Also, it may be easier to play of you put a capo on the 2nd fret and transpose this down 2 semitones (from
written as A major to written as G major).

Aside from that, enjoy. :)




Intro - 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



Outro - F#m  A  D
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