I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was take 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 reasons off the top of my head that I can of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, 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 name on my I can't believe I went and did that shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I think of you I 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 song would probably be a little of a letter, that 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 fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a in your eye I your fuckin' 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 I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just 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 make me 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 think of you, I
it Fuckin'