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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
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 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 take 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 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 pay the rent
So I’ll be out they call the cops
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
I’ll take one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Here comes Gong
flying high like superman
And thinking I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
kush between my jaws
Has got me like I’m on top
Feeling I 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 make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot escape the trap
Give me one shot for my pain
One 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
I’ll be ok tomorrow
...
Whisky coming trough my pores
like I run this 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 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 take 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 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 pay the rent
So I’ll be out they call the cops
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
I’ll take one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One for my pain
One for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
Here comes Gong
flying high like superman
And thinking I run the whole block
I don’t know if it’s just because
kush between my jaws
Has got me like I’m on top
Feeling I 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 make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth cannot escape the trap
Give me one shot for my pain
One 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
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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