[Intro]
N.C. 
Now greatings to da world (all of you) 
N.C. 
Vye here is da one called Bruno Mars 'long side gong to da zilla (Ya know me, I roll)
[Strophe]
        C#m 
Standing at this liquor store, 
        G#m                              A                     B 
Whiskey coming through my pores, feeling like I run this whole block. 
      C#m                             G#m 
Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch me here, 
      A                        B 
Tryna scratch my way up to the top.
[Pre-Refrain]
              C#m          G#m         A             B 
'Cause my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose. 
        C#m              G#m           A                 B 
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.
[Refrain]
              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.
[Strophe]
       C#m 
Me and my guitar tonight 
        G#m                            A                   B 
Singing to the city lights, tryna live on more than what I got 
        C#m                          G#m 
'Cause '68 cents ain't gonna pay the rent 
        A                              B 
So I'll be out here 'til they call the cops.
[Pre-Refrain]
              C#m          G#m         A             B 
'Cause my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose. 
        C#m              G#m           A                 B 
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.
[Refrain]
              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.
[Strophe]
       C#m 
Here comes Junior Gong, 
        G#m                           A                         B 
I'm flying high like Superman and thinking that I run the whole block. 
        C#m                            G#m 
I dunno if it's just because pineapple kush between my jaws 
        A                      B 
Has got me feeling like I'm on top
[Strophe]
             C#m                     G#m 
Feeling like I woulda stand up to de cops 
                              A                        B 
And stand up to da bigga heads becaw de whole ah de ah saps 
            C#m                             G#m 
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make nah drop 
        A                       B 
Nuff ghetto youth cannot escape de trap
[Instrumentale]
C#m  G#m   A   B
C#m  G#m   A   B
C#m  G#m   A   B
C#m  G#m   A   B
[Refrain]
                 C#m         G#m 
Give me this 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.
[Outro]
N.C. 
Now greatings to da world 
N.C. 
Vyes to da one called Bruno Mars 'long side gong to da zilla 
N.C. 
A.K.A. Damian junior gong Marley 
N.C. 
Yes sir, ya best believe, ha ha ha, (now neh).