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letra de liquor store blues - dumbfoundead

[chorus 1:]
standing at this liquor store, whiskey coming through my pores, feeling like i run this whole block, lotto tickets cheap here, that’s why you can catch me here, trynna to scratch my way up to the top, cause my jobs got me going nowhere, so i ain’t gotta thing to lose, take me to a place where i don’t care, this is me and my liquor store blues

[verse 1:]
i’m at the liquor store, swisher rolled, mr. cho, give me mo’, a drink or fo, a sinking soul, that needs you bro, change in my pockets low, stop and go, hook me up for cheaper though, i pull the race card cause it’s korean owned, i’ve seen the older folk put there fate in some lucky numbers, a pack of smokes are bad for throats but it does do wonders, i’ve spent a bunch of summers, hanging out at store fronts, that sweet sound of ringing bells once the door shuts, scored blunts and took everything that’s inside out, i treat this place like my personal hideout, 40 ounce to freedom, 30 days of drinkin, but i’m only in my 20′s and i’m thinking that i need it, never sleeping like a genius, positioned like a fetus, it’s a cold world we live in, and the liquor keeps me heated, i just spit my old english, while i dream about them new castles, and homeless man i want the same thing that you ask fo. (change),

[chorus 2:]
cause my jobs got me going nowhere, so i ain’t gotta thing to lose, take me to a place where i don’t care, this is me and my liquor store blues, i take one shot for my pain, one track for my sorrow, i get messed up today, i’ll be okay tomorrow

[verse 2:]
i’ve seen the children in my hood rot there teeth away, there are no healthy spots around here to eat and play, i’ve seen my father go get money out the b of a, just to buy some e and j i guess it’s in my dna, i’ve seen bullets flyin barely scratchin thick gl-ss, i’ve seen the foolish dyin in pursuit of quick cash, sugar and spice down the aisles i need my fix fast, give me that high like a ride up at six flags, they tell me come again, like it’s my punishment, and i get dominatrix wasted like i’m lovin it, yellow and black sign lit up like a cabride, pull in as i p-ss by, and say that it’s the last time, the doors are always open, hopin that they never close, grim reaper getting close cloaked in clothes from metal shows, broadcastin 24, suburbanites and ghetto folks, some of ya’ll will never know, my liquor store blues

[chorus 3:]
standing at this liquor store, whiskey coming through my pores, feeling like i run this whole block, lotto tickets cheap here, that’s why you can catch me here, trynna to scratch my way up to the top, cause my jobs got me going nowhere, so i ain’t gotta thing to lose, take me to a place where i don’t care, this is me and my liquor store blues, i take one shot for my pain, one track for my sorrow, i get messed up today, i’ll be okay tomorrow, i take one shot for my pain, one track for my sorrow, i get messed up today, i’ll be okay tomorrow.

- dumbfoundead

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