I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I you I puke You just 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 poem But off of the dome would probably be a 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 enough to put ink to So fuck it, I'm a start here, I'll just be briefer to rattle off some other 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 your name on my I can't I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how 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 Every time I think of you I
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how of a waste it'd be for me to put some 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 sticks a needle in your eye I hate your guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But else can I do, I haven't 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 you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'