[Hook 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 Trying 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 dont care, this is me and my liquor store blues [Verse 1] Im 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 its 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 thats inside out I treat this place like my personal hideout 40 ounce to freedom, 30 days of drinkin But im only in my 20's and im 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) [Hook 2] Cause my jobs got me going nowhere, so I ain't gotta thing to lose Take me to a place where I dont 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] Ive 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 its in my DNA I've seen bullets flyin barely scratchin thick gla** 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 its my punishment And I get dominatrix wasted like I'm loving it Yellow and black sign lit up like a cabride Pull in as I pa** 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 Broadcasting 24, suburbanites and ghetto folks Some of yall will never know, my liquor store blues [Hook 1]