I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer to rattle off some 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 believe I went and did that stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach time I think 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 the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' you in a freestyle
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 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 that 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 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 sick to my stomach Every 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
it Fuckin'