I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I you I puke You must just not 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 off of the dome would be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million 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, I'll be briefer to rattle off some other reasons
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 name on my I believe 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' thing you've ever put us Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my time I think of you I puke 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 I thought a song would probably be a better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' 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 your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But don't 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 when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I just move on, I 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 sick to my stomach 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'