American Hi-fi - The Art Of Losing : Nothing Left To Lose

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American Hi-fi



The Art Of Losing



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 y'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







C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



I know you know its never forever



C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



You wanna 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 y'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







C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



I know you know its never forever



C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



You wanna 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







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C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



I know you know its never forever



C'mon c'mon get up get up (woah)



You wanna 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]