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*** Autor textu: American Hi-Fi *** Autor hudby: 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 f**ked 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 f**ked 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
