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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
I run hole block
Lotto tickets, cheap beer
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
me to a place where I care
is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One 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 lights
Try to live on more what I got
'Cause ’68 Citrus ain’t pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till they call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
me to a 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 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
Here comes Junior Gong
I’m high like superman
And thinking that I run the whole block
I don’t know if because
Pineapple between my jaws
Has got me like I’m on top
Feeling like I 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 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 shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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Whisky coming trough my pores
I run hole block
Lotto tickets, cheap beer
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
me to a place where I care
is me and my liquor store blues
I’ll take one for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
One 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 lights
Try to live on more what I got
'Cause ’68 Citrus ain’t pay the rent
So I’ll be out here till they call the cops
Because my job got me going nowhere
So I ain’t got a thing to lose
me to a 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 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
Here comes Junior Gong
I’m high like superman
And thinking that I run the whole block
I don’t know if because
Pineapple between my jaws
Has got me like I’m on top
Feeling like I 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 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 shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
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