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