What do I do? What do I do fool? Dígame What do I do? I'd smoke a blunt if I had to I'd take a shot if I had to Mind if I have to, do what I have to I hit the main and the after Just tryna make it pass faster What's a distraction? What is a passion? Visceral reactions, screaming and thrashing I'm just addicted to nothing, nothing Oh, save me from myself, ah Tryna make me sad, but it won't work 'cause it don't hurt Tryna get me back, but it won't merge with my self worth Tryna make plant grow, but the roots show, so me need dirt Telling me you need me, but what you need's under my skirt Tryna make me sad, but it won't work 'cause it don't hurt Tryna get me back, but it won't merge with my self worth Tryna make plant grow, but the roots show, so me need dirt Telling me you need me, but what you need's under my skirt Sitting by the beach thinking to myself: Why'd I ever love anybody else? I could wish you well, I could give you hell I could keep your secret, probably never tell Know you freaky-deaky, come and ring my bell I could lick you up and down and leave a trail Going brazy, brazy, damn near broke a nail Damn, you broke as hell Go on, collect your welfare I'm just addicted to nothing, nothing Oh, save me from myself, ah I'm regulated and medicated I'm here to flex on everyone who hated I'm motived, I meditated Calling me twin, but, ho, we not related You way too busy out here getting faded If you see me, it's probably 'cause they paid You getting played, I'm sorry, babe I know you probably wish that we could trade Nothing (I know you probably wish that we could trade) I'm just addicted to nothing