I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think you I You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the dome probably be a little more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can of bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some reasons
I knew I 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, with name on my skin I can't believe I and did that stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think of 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 write you a little But I thought a song would probably be a little Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' 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 fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I of you it makes me wanna yack
But what 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 know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my 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
it Fuckin'