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NU FÅR DET FAN VA NOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Det e ju tur att man kan få vara lite egocentriska "ibland" med, men men.......
Låtsas som allt e bra sen göra slut o dra på en kvart.
Vägra prata med mig fast du vet hur skit jag mår.
Inte ställa upp någonting.
Bara packa och dra.
En annan mysig sak kan ju också vara att du skriver massa som ungefär har samma innebörd som att du är lycklig bara två dagar efter och olycklig i månader med mig.
Fast du vet att det bara gör ondare.
Bara vara EGO.
Du var medvetande om allt du skriver men tänker bara på dig själv.
Jag vet ju om att jag inte räknas iaf det har du ju bekrätat på alla sätt.
Du kunde ha gjort det lättare än att bara lämna och gå.
Varför lägga ner så mkt tid när det inte var ngt värt, varför ljuga om att älska och inte prata om det under en så pass lång tid.
Men festa vidare och var glad som om inget hade hänt, det har du ju gjort de senaste två veckorna så fortsätt.
Saknaden efter dig har "typ" försvunnit, en sak är iaf säker. Min kärlek för dig har övergått till hat. Inte pga. att du gjorde slut utan för allt efter det.
Så för att skriva några väll valda ord från botten av mitt hjärta.
Eminem - Puke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh 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 (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
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 shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking coke head slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm 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 wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
Ska vi inte dra den en gång till den passar ju så bra in på mitt liv just nu :S
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh 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 (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
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 shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking coke head slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm 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 wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
Så där ja. En liten dal av mitt hjärta mår iaf bättre nu.
Fast det är ju rätt så många saker jag skulle vilja säga men det kan jag inte skriva här fniss...
Ett varningens ord ska dock skrivas om henne, hon ljuger, det vet jag, hon kan ta ditt hjärta, det vet jag, hon e väldigt bra på att hålla masken så man tror att allt e bra, det vet jag.
Hoppas jag har ngt mer mysigt att skriva i morgon, kanske det blir om livet lr ngn annan bra låt.
Det e ju tur att man kan få vara lite egocentriska "ibland" med, men men.......
Låtsas som allt e bra sen göra slut o dra på en kvart.
Vägra prata med mig fast du vet hur skit jag mår.
Inte ställa upp någonting.
Bara packa och dra.
En annan mysig sak kan ju också vara att du skriver massa som ungefär har samma innebörd som att du är lycklig bara två dagar efter och olycklig i månader med mig.
Fast du vet att det bara gör ondare.
Bara vara EGO.
Du var medvetande om allt du skriver men tänker bara på dig själv.
Jag vet ju om att jag inte räknas iaf det har du ju bekrätat på alla sätt.
Du kunde ha gjort det lättare än att bara lämna och gå.
Varför lägga ner så mkt tid när det inte var ngt värt, varför ljuga om att älska och inte prata om det under en så pass lång tid.
Men festa vidare och var glad som om inget hade hänt, det har du ju gjort de senaste två veckorna så fortsätt.
Saknaden efter dig har "typ" försvunnit, en sak är iaf säker. Min kärlek för dig har övergått till hat. Inte pga. att du gjorde slut utan för allt efter det.
Så för att skriva några väll valda ord från botten av mitt hjärta.
Eminem - Puke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh 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 (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
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 shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking coke head slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm 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 wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
Ska vi inte dra den en gång till den passar ju så bra in på mitt liv just nu :S
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh 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 (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
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 shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking coke head slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm 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 wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke
Fast det är ju rätt så många saker jag skulle vilja säga men det kan jag inte skriva här fniss...
Ett varningens ord ska dock skrivas om henne, hon ljuger, det vet jag, hon kan ta ditt hjärta, det vet jag, hon e väldigt bra på att hålla masken så man tror att allt e bra, det vet jag.
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