I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the would probably be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that 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 off some other reasons
I knew I 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 that stupid again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must just not 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 would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
a fuckin' 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 you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just move on, I no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach time I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you, I
it Fuckin'