I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every 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 gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the dome probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put ink to So it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get 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 believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I of 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 you a little letter But I thought a would probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put 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 hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad not that I still love you, it's 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 move on, I have no but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time 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
it Fuckin'