I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think 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 time to sit And write you a poem But off of the dome probably be a little more More 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, just be briefer to rattle off some other reasons
I I shouldn't go and get another tattoo 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 believe I went and did stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every thing you've ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But I thought a song would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably shred up, yeah
I stumbled on picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather 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 still love you, not 'cause I want you back It's that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I just on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my time I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'