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Liquor Store Blues Medium
by Bruno Mars & Damian Marley
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Standing at this liquor store
Whisky coming trough my pores
like I run hole block
tickets, beer
That’s why you can catch me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me nowhere
So I got a thing to lose
me to a where I don’t care
is me and my store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to on more than what I got
'Cause ’68 Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till they call the cops
my job got me nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Here comes Junior Gong
flying high like superman
And thinking that I run the whole block
I don’t know if just because
Pineapple my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
Feeling like I woulda stand up to the cops
And up to the big guys
Because all of them are saps
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth the trap
me this one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
be ok tomorrow
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Whisky coming trough my pores
like I run hole block
tickets, beer
That’s why you can catch me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me nowhere
So I got a thing to lose
me to a where I don’t care
is me and my store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to on more than what I got
'Cause ’68 Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till they call the cops
my job got me nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Here comes Junior Gong
flying high like superman
And thinking that I run the whole block
I don’t know if just because
Pineapple my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
Feeling like I woulda stand up to the cops
And up to the big guys
Because all of them are saps
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth the trap
me this one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
be ok tomorrow
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