I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome probably be a little more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some 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 went and did stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on picture yesterday and it made stop And of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you 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 I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' 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'