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Liquor Store Blues
Medium
by Bruno Mars & Damian Marley
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at this liquor store
Whisky coming my pores
like I run hole block
Lotto tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can me here
Try to 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 place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
one shot 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
be ok tomorrow
Me and my tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to live on more than what I got
'Cause Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out till they call the cops
Because 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 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
I’m flying high like superman
And thinking I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
Pineapple kush my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
I woulda stand up to the cops
And stand 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 cannot escape the trap
Give me this one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
...
Whisky coming my pores
like I run hole block
Lotto tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can me here
Try to 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 place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
one shot 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
be ok tomorrow
Me and my tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to live on more than what I got
'Cause Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out till they call the cops
Because 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 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
I’m flying high like superman
And thinking I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
Pineapple kush my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
I woulda stand up to the cops
And stand 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 cannot escape the trap
Give me this one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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