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 Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer '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 stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you 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 take the to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song 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 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' slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you 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 on, I have 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 sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'