I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You must 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 poem But off of the dome would probably be a little More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to 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 here, with your name on my skin I believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take 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 stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope 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 don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not I want you back It's just that I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'