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Nothing Left To Lose
(album: The Art Of Losing)
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 ya´ll
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 (whoa)
I know you know its never forever
C´mon C´mon get up get up (whoa)
You wanna hear I´m sorry, whatever
Now that your gone
I´m moving on
You wrecked it all
there´s nothing left to lose
except for you
Hell yeah!
Get my teenage kicks
Pullin´ down boards like Rodman
All the lipstick chicks sing
NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA
I get fucked up, holla back now ya´ll
and I rock it like Jackson Browne
let me tell ya right now what?
I like stippers better anyhow (yeah)
Hey Hey Hey all the bitches in the back
C´mon C´mon get up get up (whoa)
I know you know its never forever
C´mon C´mon get up get up (whoa)
You wanna hear I´m sorry, whatever
Now that your gone
I´m moving on
You wrecked it all
there´s nothing left to lose
except for you
Hell yeah!
