Sent Lyrics - Headshots: Se7en - Atmosphere

[Intro] 

Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH? 

Nah they. they clean. 

I mean. what? 

You wanna look at the bottom of...? 

[Vers 1] 

My shoes are clean girl, how about yours? 

Here we are sitting on your living room floor 

Listening to some records from your collection 

Boredom; in between a coma and an erection 

Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades 

And you don't take your eyes off my poker face 

I'm wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah 

Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road 

That the Mormon's paved 

If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster 

She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over played 

Make no mistake 

I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes 

Girl show me leg! 

So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates 

And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay 

But some of us already spent the rent 

So we can't be content until there isn't no more today 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Those are your shoes 

These are my shoes 

We've got issues 

[Vers 2] 

My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours? 

Here we are loungin' on your bedroom floor 

I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like 

Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight 

It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me 

They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory 

But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history 

Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony 

Let me get to be the man of your mystery 

'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity 

Show some sympathy 

Let me kiss your feet 

Let's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee 

If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man 

Still following my kid beliefs 

I know it isn't really your responsibility 

So we'll be strait once I take a hit of Listerine 

[Chorus] 

Those are your shoes 

These are my shoes 

We've got issues 

[Vers 3] 

I can't find my shoes girl, how about yours? 

Here I am naked on your bathroom floor 

I got faded, and you fell asleep 

And I'm thanking God that this date was hella cheap 

Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down 

Light, stars and sounds everything flickers now 

Sick bound, the whole room twists around 

In front of the toilet assume the position to drown 

Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the floor 

Now I'm sitting in the bitches mound 

I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny 

When you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground 

Didn't know you would rip your gown 

Didn't think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound 

Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little proud 

I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out 

[Chorus] 

Those are your shoes 

These are my shoes 

We've got issues 

Perfection 

Perfection 

Perfection 

Perfection 

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