Dirt

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