C#m Standing at this liquor store, G#m Whisky coming through my pores, A G#m Feeling like I run this whole block. C#m Lotto tickets and cheap beer G#m That's why you can catch me here, A G#m Tryna scratch my way up to the top. C#m G#m Because my job got me going nowhere, A G#m 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. Chorus: C#m G#m I'll take one shot for my pain, A B One drag for my sorrow. C#m G#m Get messed up today, A B I'll be ok tomorrow. C#m G#m One shot for my pain, A B One drag for my sorrow. C#m G#m Get messed up today, A B I'll be ok tomorrow. Me and my guitar, tonight Singing to the city lights Tryna leave with more than what I got 'Cause sixty-eight cent just ain't gonna pay the rent So I'll be out here 'til they call the cops 'Cause 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 Chorus: I'll take one shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be okay tomorrow One shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be okay tomorrow Here come Junior Gong I'm flying high like Superman And thinking that I run the whole block I dunno if it's just because Pineapple kush between my jaws Has got me feeling like I'm on top Feeling like I would stand up to de cops And stand up to de bigga heads Becaw de whole ah de ah saps All de talk dem a talk And dem fly make nah drop Nuff ghetto youth cannot escape de trap Chorus: Give me this one shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be okay tomorrow One shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be okay tomorrow Now greetings to da world Voice of da one called Bruno Mars 'long side gong to da zilla A.K.A. Damian junior gong Marley, yes sir Ya best believe, ha ha (Now neh) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m G#m B |