I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every I think 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 the time to sit down And write you a poem But off of the would probably be a little 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 just ain't enough to put ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off 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 your 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 knew how much I you For every thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a would probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
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 your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter 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 makes me wanna
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me sick 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
it Fuckin'