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Liquor Store Blues 
Medium
by Bruno Mars & Damian Marley
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Standing at this store
Whisky coming my pores
like I run this block
tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can catch 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 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
Me and my tonight
Singing to the lights
Try to 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 ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my store blues
I’ll 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 for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
comes Junior Gong
I’m flying high superman
And thinking that 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
like I woulda stand up to the cops
And stand up to the big guys
all of them are saps
All de talk dem a and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth escape the trap
Give me 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
...
Whisky coming my pores
like I run this block
tickets, cheap beer
That’s why you can catch 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 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
Me and my tonight
Singing to the lights
Try to 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 ain’t got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I don’t care
This is me and my store blues
I’ll 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 for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be ok tomorrow
comes Junior Gong
I’m flying high superman
And thinking that 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
like I woulda stand up to the cops
And stand up to the big guys
all of them are saps
All de talk dem a and dem fly make no drop
'Nough ghetto youth escape the trap
Give me 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
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