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Liquor Store Blues
Medium
by Bruno Mars & Damian Marley
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Standing at liquor store
Whisky coming trough my pores
like I run this hole block
tickets, cheap beer
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 to lose
me to a place where I don’t care
is me and my liquor store blues
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 messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to live on more than what I got
'Cause ’68 ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here they call the cops
Because my job got me nowhere
So I 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 shot 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
be ok tomorrow
Here comes Junior Gong
I’m flying high like superman
And I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
kush between my jaws
Has got me feeling I’m on top
like I woulda stand up to the cops
And up to the big guys
Because all of them are saps
All de dem a talk and dem fly no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot the trap
Give me 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
I’ll be ok tomorrow
...
Whisky coming trough my pores
like I run this hole block
tickets, cheap beer
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 to lose
me to a place where I don’t care
is me and my liquor store blues
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 messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Try to live on more than what I got
'Cause ’68 ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here they call the cops
Because my job got me nowhere
So I 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 shot 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
be ok tomorrow
Here comes Junior Gong
I’m flying high like superman
And I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
kush between my jaws
Has got me feeling I’m on top
like I woulda stand up to the cops
And up to the big guys
Because all of them are saps
All de dem a talk and dem fly no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot the trap
Give me 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
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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