American Hi-fi - Nothing Left To Lose lyrics

Nothing left to lose Except you and your baby blues Microphone check this rhyme Pancho villa was a friend of mine I get f**ed 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 b**hes 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 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 f**ed 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 b**hes 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 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 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 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 Except for you