Текст 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

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)

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
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