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Justin Moore Justin Moore

we're forgettin' who we are Hell, we tolerate everythin' and just call it love Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong Somebody's gotta sing this song I'm just

there ever was a time we need 'em, I'd say it be today. When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV and walk out of Guantanamo Bay. I just try

off For most of my senior year I got my jaw jacked by a big ol' boy For messin' 'round with his girlfriend She was tall and tight and she kissed just

whiskey, gotta drink it Push it up to ten and crank it If you wanna keep your women you, gotta spank it If you ain't got a boat, you gotta bank it Live it just

's no tomorrow, tonight Let me whisper in your ear, make my intentions clear We'll just be gettin' started come midnight Get in a rhythm, nobody's near and listenin' It's just

thing up, up, up We still got a lot to do, open the gate water the mule Ain't no time to play today, no rollin' in the hay Back that thing up darlin' Just

You got your million bucks You got your flashy sports car You got your trophy girls Man, you think you're a star You got your teeth bleached You like

most of my senior year. I got my jaw jacked by a big ole boy for messing 'round with his girlfriend. But she was tall and tight and she kissed just right

Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35's and a lift kit how stuck can you get Ain't that just