I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And you a little 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 that I can of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle 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, with your on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up,
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' 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 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 that when I think of you it 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 think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'