I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think 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 would be a little more More suitable for this 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 it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
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 can't believe I went and did that stupid again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I fuckin' 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 please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue 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 sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my time I think 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'