I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome probably 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 bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get 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 went and did that stupid again 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 Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach time I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But I thought a song would probably be a little of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in 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 just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' 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
it Fuckin'