So it was monday after humphrey двуколка, концерт yesterday and humphrey was already up Письмо a song and it woke kate she came over and took a look over his shoulder and fond him Письмо a song of revenge to garth she just went and cooked breakfast and humphrey just sat there he was so into writng that he didn't notice he was stabbing him self with the pencil then he finished didn't even stop for break fast he went to his corvet and took off[the song is Далее cause he arrives at garth and lilly's den]
Sounds of someone puking]
There I go--thinking of Ты again
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, еще suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the вверх of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the 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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh 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 Далее friend, now his name's gotta be Curtis
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If Ты only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing Ты ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let Ты see how
Much I fuckin' hate Ты in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope Ты fuckin' die
I hope Ты get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, Ты fuckin' slut, I hope Ты die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not горький или mad
It's not that I still like you, it's not 'cause I want Ты back
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just Переместить on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of Ты now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of you, I puke
Fuckin' bitch
garth was pissed and сказал(-а) 'Humphrey if your gonna be a dick then fuckoff ok i don't give two shits about anymore ok' then humphrey went Главная pissed and in a bad mood...[End of part 2]
Sounds of someone puking]
There I go--thinking of Ты again
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, еще suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the вверх of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the 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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh 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 Далее friend, now his name's gotta be Curtis
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If Ты only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing Ты ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let Ты see how
Much I fuckin' hate Ты in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope Ты fuckin' die
I hope Ты get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, Ты fuckin' slut, I hope Ты die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not горький или mad
It's not that I still like you, it's not 'cause I want Ты back
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just Переместить on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of Ты now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus]
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of you, I puke
Fuckin' bitch
garth was pissed and сказал(-а) 'Humphrey if your gonna be a dick then fuckoff ok i don't give two shits about anymore ok' then humphrey went Главная pissed and in a bad mood...[End of part 2]
