I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would probably be a more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll be briefer 'Bout to off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another Of you on my arm, but do I go and do? I go and get one, now I got two Ooh!
Now I'm sittin here, with name on my skin I believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not I want you back It's just that when I think of you it me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'