Tylenol

I don't want this life
I don't want this lie
I don't wanna see the light, oh
I don't wanna hear her lies
I just wanna hit the pipe
I don't wanna do this night, oh

Fuck yo talking, I'm tired of talking it out
I didn't notice, you were just fucking around
There is no way to try to turn this around
It's kind of hard, ayy, to get this over with now
And I don't fuck with the way you're turning around
I don't want this, when you talk to me now
Yeah, I don't doubt it, why are you turning around?
Why did you do this? What did you do to me now?
Yeah, I don't got this, why are you tiring me out?

T-T-T-Tylenol, T-T-T-Tylenol, woah, woah, woah, woah
Twenty man catalogue, poop poopy catalogue, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Finna be solo, finna be salad, yo, yo, yo, yo
Had the red color, had to be killer, woah