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 must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was take the time to sit down And write you a poem But off of the dome would probably be a more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another 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 can't believe I went and did stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make 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 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 of how much 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 Satan sticks a in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'