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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
Feeling like I run hole block
tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can catch me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a where I care
This is me and my liquor 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 drag for my sorrow
Get up today
be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to on more what I got
'Cause ain’t pay the rent
So be out here they call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I care
This is me and my store blues
take one for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One 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 block
I don’t know if it’s just because
between 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 are saps
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto cannot the trap
Give me one 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 messed up today
be ok tomorrow
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Whisky coming trough my pores
Feeling like I run hole block
tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can catch me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a where I care
This is me and my liquor 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 drag for my sorrow
Get up today
be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to on more what I got
'Cause ain’t pay the rent
So be out here they call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I care
This is me and my store blues
take one for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One 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 block
I don’t know if it’s just because
between 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 are saps
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto cannot the trap
Give me one 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 messed up today
be ok tomorrow
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