I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think you I You just 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 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 head I can think of Sixteen bars just 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, your name on my skin I can't believe I and did that stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You just not know 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 letter But I thought a song would be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a piece 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 die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'