American Hi-Fi Follow

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

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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]