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Tytuł: Nothing left to lose

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   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 it's never forever,
  C'mon C'mon, get up get up (whoa)
  You wanna hear i'm sorry? whatever!
  Now that you're gone
  I'm moving on
  You wrecked it all
  There's nothing left to lose except for you.
  
  I got my teenage kicks
  Pulling down boards like Rodman
  All the lipstick chicks, sing
  Na, na, na, na, na, na
  I get fucked up (holla back ya'll)
  And i rock it like Jackson Browne
  Let me tell you 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 (whoa)
  I know you know it's never forever,
  C'mon C'mon, get up get up (whoa)
  You wanna hear i'm sorry? whatever!
  Now that you're gone
  I'm moving on
  You wrecked it all
  There's nothing left to lose except for you.