I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I 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 to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome probably be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put ink to So fuck it, I'm a start here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another Of you on my arm, but do I go and do? I go and get one, now I got two Ooh!
Now I'm here, with your 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 motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know 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 time 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 of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I 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 not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me yack
But else can I do, I haven't got a clue 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 don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time 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'