I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome would be a little more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to off some other 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 name on my skin 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 I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a little But I a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just up, yeah
I stumbled on picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how 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 hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your 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 still love you, it's not 'cause I want you 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 think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every 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
it Fuckin'