Killin' It

Another sold out show Out here on the road Got a little fame Worked with some big names Everybody says, I'm on my way Write ups in Rolling Stone Six months since I've been home Traded in the van The bus has got us rollin' on Everybody says, yeah I'm killin' it When the curtain falls And there ain't no missed calls The room is empty And I should be feelin' ten feet tall The shootin' star that's killin' it But I ain't feelin' nothin' at all Ain't got a whiskey problem I've got a miss you problem We should be dancin' at the top But I've hit the bottom of this bottle Instead of just a little bit Tonight I'm killin' it Heard about the crossroads Yeah it's a real thing Sold my soul, traded love out for a dream Yeah she's gone for good and it's killing me When the curtain falls And there ain't no missed calls The room is empty And I should be feelin' ten feet tall The shootin' star that's killin' it But I ain't feelin' nothin' at all Ain't got a whiskey problem I've got a miss you problem We should be dancin' at the top But I've hit the bottom of the bottle Instead of just a little bit Tonight I'm killin' it When the curtain falls And there ain't no missed calls The room is empty And I should be feelin' ten feet tall The shootin' star that's killin' it But I ain't feelin' nothin' at all Ain't got a whiskey problem I've got a miss you problem We should be dancin' at the top But I've hit the bottom of the bottle Instead of just a little bit Tonight I'm killin' it Tonight I'm killin' it