I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the dome would probably be a more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can of Sixteen bars ain't enough 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, your name on my skin I can't I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a little But I thought a song would probably be a little of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I fuckin' you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just on, I have no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'