I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think you I puke You must 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 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 I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
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, with your on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you 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 Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your 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 'cause I you back It's just when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how sick you 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 time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'