Lyrics:

Now greetings to da world (All of you)
Voice of da one called Bruno Mars, 'long side gong to da zilla
(Ya know I mean? I roll)

Standing at this liquor store, whiskey coming through my pores
Feeling like I run this whole block
Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch me here
Tryna scratch my way up to the top

'Cause my job's 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 okay tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I'll be okay tomorrow

Me and my guitar tonight, singing to the city lights
Tryna leave with more than what I got
'Cause sixty-eight cent just ain't gon' pay the rent
So I'll be out here 'til they call the cops

'Cause my job's 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 okay tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
I get messed up today
I'll be okay tomorrow

Here comes Junior Gong
I'm flying high like Superman
And thinking 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 woulda stand up to de cops
And stand up to de bigga heads
Becaw de whole ah de mah saps
All de talk dem a talk
And dem fly make nah drop
Nuff ghetto youth cannot escape de trap


Give me this one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
I get messed up today
I'll be okay tomorrow
One shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I'll be okay tomorrow

Now greetings to da world
Voice of da one called Bruno Mars, 'long side gong to da zilla
A.K.A. Damian junior gong Marley, yes sir
Ya best believe, ha ha (Now, neh)