Justin Moore – Selfish Man Lyrics

Justin Moore – Selfish Man (Lyric ) Letra JustinMooreVEVO Justin Moore – Selfish Man (Lyric )
I want you for the rest of my life
Heart to heart, side by side
Girl you’re gonna see that I can be everything that you need
Oh, I want every single kiss
There’s not a moment with you I wanna Miss

If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man
Oh, I’ll live for you baby
Die for you baby
In this crazy world you’re all that saves me
Everything you need I’ll go get it
When it comes to you I’m a little hard headed
If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man

I won’t settle for nothin’ less
Than giving you the very best
I can’t live without you it’s somethin’ I won’t do
Oh, it has to be this way
I wanna wake up to you every single day

If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man
Oh, I’ll live for you baby
Die for you baby
In this crazy world you’re all that saves me
Everything you need I’ll go get it
When it comes to you I’m a little hard headed
If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man

Nothing short of your love
Will ever be enough

If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man
Oh, I’ll live for you baby
Die for you baby
In this crazy world you’re all that saves me
Everything you need I’ll go get it
When it comes to you I’m a little hard headed
If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man

Oh, I’m a selfish man

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More Middle Fingers – Justin Moore feat. Brantley Gilbert


Letra & VideoClip Oficial da Musica:
This one’s for the IRS
In bed with the damn politicians
And this one’s for the boss, the hoss
Who wouldn’t let you off to go fishin’
And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street
Takin’ you and me to the cleaner’s
Man it’s stuff like that that makes me wish
I had more middle fingers

Let ‘em fly in the sky, get ‘em all up high in the air
Let ‘em flip like you don’t give a rip
Like your mama ain’t there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit
Who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it’s stuff like that
That made me wish I had more middle fingers

Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son
Yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
Yeah, and how ‘bout one for the lack
Of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
If you don’t like the troops and the red
White, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
Well, it’s folks like that
That make me wish I had more middle fingers

Let ‘em fly in the sky
Get ‘em all up high in the air
Let ‘em flip like you don’t give a rip
Like your mama ain’t there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit
Who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it’s stuff like that
That made me wish I had more middle fingers

If you hate this song
And you think it’s wrong, for what it’s worth
My crowd’d be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird

Let ‘em fly in the sky
Get ‘em all up high in the air
Let ‘em flip like you don’t give a shit
Like your mama ain’t there
Let ‘em fly in the sky
Get ‘em all up high in the air
Let ‘em flip like you don’t give a rip
Like your mama ain’t there

I could use a few for the fat cats
Blowin’ the roof off the bullshit meter
Man, it’s stuff like that that makes me wish
I had more middle fingers
Yeah, it’s stuff like that that makes me wish
I had more middle fingers
More middle fingers
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