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Intro
N.C.
There I go thinkin' of you again
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not know whoa whoa
You may not think you do but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
verse 1
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and just be brief
About to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Of you on my arm but what do I go and do?
I go and get another one now I got two ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not know whoa whoa
You may not think you do but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
verse 2
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter
that you'd probably just shredder yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
A stupid piece of paper I'd rather let you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' coke-head and 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 hope you die d-i-i-i-i-e
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack ha-a-a-ack
But what else can I do I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now all I want to do is pu-u-u-uke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not know whoa whoa
You may not think you do but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
(supprime les barrés)