Tylenol

I don't want this life

I-I don't want this lie

I don't wanna see the light

Oh, o-o-o-oh

I don't wanna hear her lies

I just wanna hit the pipe

I don't wanna do this night

Woah

F-f-fuck yo' talkin', I-I'm tired of talkin' it out

I didn't notice

You were just fuckin' around

There is no way

T-to try to turn this around

It's kind of hard, aye

To get this over with now

And I don't fuck with

The way you're turnin' around

I don't want this, when you talk to me now

Yeah, I don't doubt it, why are you turnin' around?

Why did you do this, what did you do to me now?

Yeah, I don't got this, why are you tirin' me out?

T-T-Tylenol, T-T-T-T-Tylenol

Wo-wo-wa-woah

Twenty man catalogue

Poop, poopy, catalogue

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Finna' be solo

Finna' be salad

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Had da red colour

Had to be killer

Wo-wo-woah