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 the time to sit down And you a little 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 bars ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start 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 your name on my I can't I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I on your picture 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
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 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 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 on, I have no choice but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach time 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'