american hi-fi
nothing left to lose
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 why'all 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  see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) You want to hear I'm sorry whatever Now that you gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose Except for you Hell yeah  Get my teenage kicks Pull in down boards like rodman All the lipstick chicks sing Na na na na na na I get fucked up holla back why'all And I rock it like Jackson Browne Let me tell ya right now what I like strippers better anyhow Hey hey hey All the bitches in the back  see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) You want to hear I'm sorry whatever Now that you gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose Except for you There' nothing left to lose except for you  Go  1 2  see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever see'mon see'mon get up get up (woah) You want to hear I'm sorry whatever Now that you gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose Except for you  Now that you gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose Except for you  There's nothing left to lose Except for you [x2]