22 lyrics for "Every time I think about you, about you"
I don't smoke 'cause I never get high enough to get over you I don't drink, 'cause I know my mind and every time I do I just think about what you're doing and who you're doing it to I don't take no pills to kill the pain 'cause they ain't never told me
PlayBeating me up (whoa, oh, whoa) Beating me up I wish my heart would stop It's getting louder and louder Every time I think about you, about you I'll be better off without you, without you I wish my heart would stop, wish my heart would stop I won't let
PlaySometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything, all at once? I am one of those
PlayI hate everything about you Why do I love you Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven't missed you yet Only when I stop to think about it Every roommate kept awake
PlayEverytime I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn See ya, see you Na na na na na na, na Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?) Watch them cunts learn Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn I move keys,
PlayI'm tryin', I'm tryin' No, no, no, no Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you Not to give in to you Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Guess I'm a bad liar Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Ooh every time I watch you
PlayWe were too damn young to know any better Every time my feet are danglin' in the water I can't help but think about her Lyin' there with her wet hair Didn't know what we were doin' but we didn't care That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A t-shirt
PlayOnly all the time I still think about you, think about you If you see me, if I see you, mmm A part of me hopes that we do, no Say everything we wanted to After all this time I cut the tree down that we grew You know the one we carved our names into?
PlayAnd I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it
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