I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a poem But off of the dome probably be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
I I shouldn't 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 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 put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' 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
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But I thought a would 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 fuckin' hate you in a
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad not that I still 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 just move on, I no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'