Standing at this liquor store,
Whisky coming through my pores, Feeling like I run this whole block.
Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that s why you can catch me here,
Trying to scratch my 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 where I don t care, this is me and my liquor store blues.
Refrão:
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
Trying to live with more than what I got
Cause 68 Cents just, ain t gonna pay the rent so
I ll be out here til they call the cops
Because 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.
Refrão:
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.
Here comes Junior Gong, I m flying high like superman
And thinkin that I run the whole block, I don t know if it s just because
Pineapple kush between my jaws, Has got me feeling like I m on top, Feeling like
I wouldn t stand up to the cops, And stand up to the big guys, because, all of them are saps
All the talk them a talk and them fly make no drop
Enough ghetto youth cannot escape the trap
Refrão:
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