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 talkin', I'm tired of talkin' it out
I didn't notice, you were just fuckin' 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 turnin' 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