I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach time I think you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would be a little more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just 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 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, with your on my skin I can't believe I went and did stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song would be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I 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 'cause I you back It's just that when I of you it makes me wanna yack
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every 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'