I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my time I think 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 the time to sit down 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 off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some 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 that shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' 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 think of you I
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a 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 piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope 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 when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'