bellyaches

Like, bitch, I'm so fucking sick of you, give me a fucking break The f*ck I look like apologizing for your mistake I-I'm not sure how much more of your shit I can fucking take You make me sick to my stomach, giving me bellyaches L-Like, can you please stop texting me every fucking day Y-You threw everything that me and you had a-fucking-way G-G-Give you every ounce of hate Why are you so fucking fake The next time I see you I'm spitting in your fucking face Why are you talking to me as if nothing was ever wrong Bitch, who are you Telling me how I should write a song Tell me that you love me, and I'll give you every ounce of it back And you tell me you was fake, like, bitch What's going on Like, bitch, I'm so fucking sick of you, give me a fucking break The f*ck I look like apologizing for your mistake I-I'm not sure how much more of your shit I can fucking take You make me sick to my stomach, giving me bellyaches L-Like, can you please stop texting me every fucking day Y-You threw everything that me and you had a-fucking-way G-G-Give you every ounce of hate Why are you so fucking fake The next time I see you I'm spitting in your fucking face