I'll be okay tomorrow
Get messed up today
One drag for my sorrow
One shot for my pain
Cause 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
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack
On Aunt Edna's stoop and got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start anew, but ditching
Missouri for Michigan didn't work, so we moved
Back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan
Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision, discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor, b**h, her rules are Kryptonite, so the walls - I done lost my power to see through them b**hes
But I run into 'em, running through the kitchen
Pretending to be blind Superman, cause I had no supervision
But I did have a super power though, I could turn into invisible kid
Disappear out of sight, like a true magician
And one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different
Music into the picture and it became my new religion
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**in' table
Over the back of a couple of f*ggots, and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
I'll be okay tomorrow
Get messed up today
One drag for my sorrow
One shot for my pain
Cause 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
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**in' table
Over the back of a couple of f*ggots, and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
I'll be okay tomorrow
Get messed up today
One drag for my sorrow
One shot for my pain
Cause 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
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me
Don't go to me, don't go to me, don't go to me