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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 yall And I kick it like Jackie Chan With my kung fu style Ill get rid of you in a while (yeah) Hey hey hey All the bitches in the back Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) You wanna hear Im sorry whatever Now that you gone Im moving on You wrecked it all Theres 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 yall 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 Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) You wanna hear Im sorry whatever Now that you gone Im moving on You wrecked it all Theres nothing left to lose Except for you There nothing left to lose except for you Go 1 2 Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) I know you know its never forever Cmon cmon get up get up (woah) You wanna hear Im sorry whatever Now that you gone Im moving on You wrecked it all Theres nothing left to lose Except for you Now that you gone Im moving on You wrecked it all Theres nothing left to lose Except for you Theres nothing left to lose Except for you [x2] |
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