There I go. thinkin of you again. . You don't know how sick you make me. You make me fucking sick to my stomach. Everytime I think of you I Puke. You must just not knoooooowww.
Dear lord,. Hope you can look, deep into my heart,. N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins. . G's up. It's a g thang. Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne.