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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 this hole block
tickets, beer
That’s why you can me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place I care
is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One 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 Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
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 just because
between my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
like I stand up to the cops
And stand up to the big guys
Because all of are saps
All de dem a and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot the trap
me this one shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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Whisky coming trough my pores
Feeling like I run this hole block
tickets, beer
That’s why you can me here
Try to sketch the way up to the top
Because my job got me nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place I care
is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One 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 Citrus ain’t gonna pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
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 just because
between my jaws
Has got me feeling like I’m on top
like I stand up to the cops
And stand up to the big guys
Because all of are saps
All de dem a and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot the trap
me this one shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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