I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think 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 write you a poem But off of the dome would be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my 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 just be 'Bout to rattle off other reasons
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 your on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick 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 time I of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a little Instead of a letter, you probably just shred 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 piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan a needle in your eye I hate 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 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 I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my time I think 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'