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 time I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would probably be a little More 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 right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle 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 that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us I wouldn't be standin' 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 just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a it'd 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' 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 fuckin' slut, I 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 that I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I move 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' 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 think of you, I
it Fuckin'