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.
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.
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
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
