I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make 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 time I think of you I
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
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 sittin here, with your on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke 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 song probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope 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 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 guess I move on, I have no choice but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'