Dirtball

When you feel that you're all alone
Those that help almost always hurt too
All the things you're supposed to know
It's all expected without telling you
When you fail, you're lower than all
You should've known, they're laughing now
No direction, no way to learn
Can't do it til you're in it, but you don't know how

Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I go from here, what do I do with myself
Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I do for me, what do I do

Do, do, do, do

They know how, they know all the things
Don't wanna be, be no dumbass
So fucking streetwise, suave and static
Jack of all that is bust-ass, master of none
Goin' to their nine to five
Stop for pot o'clock, and drinking by beer-thirty
They can't drive, got time in jail
You're the loser though, 'cause they get their hands dirty

Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I go from here, what do I do with myself
Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I do for me, what do I do

Marry a sugar momma, who'll buy your beer
Dirtball
Yes ma'am, no ma'am, anything for you momma

Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I go from here, what do I do with myself
Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I do for me, what do I do
Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I go from here, what do I do with myself
Oohh, oohh, oohh, how do I do for me, what do I do
Oohh, what do I do
Oohh, what do I do
Oohh, what do I do
Oohh, what do I do



Credits
Writer(s): Dion Crowley
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