Nothing Left To Lose - American Hi-Fi

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 moving on

You wrecked it all

There’s nothing left to lose except for you

I got my teenage kicks

Pulling 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

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 moving on

You wrecked it all

There’s nothing left to lose except for you