I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you 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 time 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 More suitable for 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 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, with name 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 knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't 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 time 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 Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture and it made stop And think of how of a waste 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 hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to 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 when I think 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 don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my 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
it Fuckin'