I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach time I think 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 time to sit And you a little poem But off of the would probably be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be 'Bout to off some other reasons
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, your name on my skin I believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, that you 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 much I fuckin' you in a freestyle
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 fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not I want you back It's just that when I think of you it me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you, I
it Fuckin'