American Hi-Fi – Nothing Left To Lose lyrics

Yeah, uh uh
C'mon!

Nothing left to lose
Except you and your baby blues
(Microphone) check this rhyme
Pancho Villa was a friend of mine
I get fucked up, (holla back ya'll)
And I kick it like Jackie Chan
With my Kung Fu style
I'll get rid of you in a while yeah

(Hey, hey, hey) all the bitches in the back

C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
I know you know it's never forever
C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever
Now that you're gone
I'm movin' on
You wrecked it all
There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you
(Hell yeah!)

Get my teenage kicks
(Pullin' down boards like Rodman)
All the lipstick chicks sing
"Na, na, na, na, na, na"
I get fucked up, (holla back ya'll)
And I rock it like Jackson Browne
Let me tell you right now (what?)
I like strippers better anyhow (yeah)

(Hey, hey, hey) all the bitches in the back

C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
I know you know it's never forever
C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever
Now that you're gone
I'm movin' on
You wrecked it all
There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you
There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you
Go!

C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
I know you know it's never forever
C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up (whoa)
You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever
Now that you're gone
I'm movin' on
You wrecked it all
There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you

Now that you're gone
I'm movin' on
You wrecked it all
There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you

There's nothin' left to lose
Except for you
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