Chords for Puke

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_ [Em] There I go, thinking of you again. _
You [B] don't know how sick [E] you make me.
You [B] make me fucking sick [E] to my [Em] stomach.
Every time I think of you, I feel like I [B] must just [Em] not know. _ _
You [B] mean nothing, you do [E] what you do.
[Em] Every time I think of you, I was gonna take the [B] time
to sit down and write you [E] a little poem.
But hopefully, it don't.
It'd probably be a little more, [B] more suitable
for [E] this type of [Em] song.
Whoa.
I got a million [B] reasons off the top of my head
[E] that I could think of.
16 bars ain't enough to put some inks up.
So [B] fuck it, I'm gonna start right here.
[E] I'll just be [Em] brief.
I'm about to rattle off some of the reasons.
I knew I shouldn't [B] go and get another tattoo [Em] of you
on my arm.
But what do I go and do?
I go and get [B] another one.
Now I got [Em] two.
Ooh.
_ Now I'm sitting [B] here with your name on my [Em] skin.
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again.
My next girlfriend, [B] now her name's gotta be [E] Kim. Shit.
_ [Em] If you only [B] knew how much I hated [Em] you
for every motherfucking thing you ever put us through,
then I wouldn't be [B] standing here crying over you.
[Em] Ooh. _ _
You make [B] me sick.
You [E] make me, you [B] make me fucking sick.
[E] So my stomach, every time I [Em] think of you,
I feel [B] much just [E] like, no, oh, oh, oh.
You may [B] not think you do [Em] what you do.
Every time I think of you, I feel.
I was gonna take the time [B] to sit down and write you
[E] a little letter.
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
instead [B] of a letter that you probably [E] just shred [Em] up.
Yeah, though.
I stumbled on your picture [B] yesterday
and it made [E] me stop and think [Em] of how much of a waste
it'd be for me to put some inks up.
A stupid [B] piece of paper, I'd rather [Em] let you see how
much I fucking hate you in a freestyle.
You're a fucking [B] fucking slut, I hope you fucking die.
[Em] I hope you get to hell and leave these figs and needle in your eye.
I hate you fucking glut, [B] you fucking slut, I hope you die.
[Em] Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.
But please don't give me [B] love, I'm happy to have a [Em] man.
It's not that I still love you, it's not because I want you back.
It's just that when I think [B] of you, it makes me wanna [E] yack.
_ [Em] Ack.
What else can I do?
[B] I haven't got a clue.
[Em] Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to.
But every time I think [B] of you, now all I wanna do [Em] is _ feel_ Luke.
You [B] don't know, sick, you [E] make me_
You make [B] me fucking sick to [Em] my stomach.
Every time I think of you, I feel_
Luke must [B] just not [Em] know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You mean [B] nothing, you do what [Em] you do.
Every time I think of you, I feel_
[B] _ _ [E] _ Ack.
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