Nothing Doing

Where I'm from
Love is cold
With nothing to do
But put your dreams on hold
Nothing doing, so don't do nothing
And heaven forbid that
You start to feel something
So you gotta, gotta go on
Get on the pain killers
I need the pain killers

Something borrowed, something blue
The roads are old, crack and
They're dirty too
Don't need no devil
Don't need no shroud
And heaven forfend
Being here forever bound
So you gotta, gotta go on
Get on the pain killers
I need the pain killers

And style and grace comes from
Taking pound for pound
You need a way out but
The road out loops around
You're stealing from yourself
From your soul
And the heavens forebode
That you need the pain killers
I need the pain killers



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Cooper
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