Wonya Love - Tylenol lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Swolo] AM, no nyquil, now wake up for that kite feel This slight work on that night deal Future sh**, no tight bills Quarterbackin' that nickel dime, that's ESP at PM "OMG" when they see us, "who dat!" when you see him The weekend is your life n***a Hell yeah f**ing right trigga That's a headshot and I take them Touchdown when I take off Doin' old sh** wit my new friends My old homies they been gone That medication might k** y'all Prescriptions and them pills cost [Bridge] n***as steady crying like they lost in court Balling out and we don't even play the sport Claiming it's a problem But don't have the balls So if we causin' headaches Get that Tylenol [Hook] Aspirin, Advil, pour it up, pop it off Acetaminophen, super fiends, line em up Knock em off! (If you a)Hatin' a** n***a get the Tylenol (If you a)Flakey a** b**h get the Tylenol No double checks you never next Like not at all I'm runnin' sh** your progress slowing to a crawl [Verse 2] Rip it, feel it, flex it Fill it, k** it, you gotta respect it Lame n***as huntin' attention I keep a cool head, so I gotta neglect it My only competition, in the mirror I gotta deflect it The flyest n***a in the game No radar I'm never detected Turnt the f** up when I'm kickin' em out Martin no Gina, you turnt the f** down Stuck in a box, and you lost in the crowd PGR King buildin' Rome in 2 hours Never lying, I'm canine n***a, releasing the hounds Droppin' Audition Day, here's my number Hol' up, they calling me now (Outro) Yeah, and I guess, I just wanna be great... Hope it ain't too late Everything I do is for a reason, it has a purpose Not sure if you know this But I hope you noticed, and I hope you know this Cuz this ain't showbiz, this sh**'s my life And I can't do it wrong, if I gotta do it right It ain't nothin' left but to go up Cuz I can't go down, I gotta show my stuff and this is Audition Day, cannot let it, it get away I'm just trying to, show my face to the world and This is my day, right? But I guess not... Cuz my city don't love my sh** if it ain't hot And b**hes don't love me if I can't sing And what the f** that mean? This right here is Tylenol Cuz this weak sh** and this lame sh** give me a headache I'm just tryna talk some real sh** to ya Cuz I ain't tryna drop this sh** like a day late It's AD. PGR is not a movement, it's not a gang, it's not a group It's not a clan. It's who I am You know who I'm trying to be? The motherf**in' man Who the f** gone stop me now, if that's my motherf**in' plan, right? So you lame a** n***as, and you hatin' a** b**hes I'm shuttin' n***as down, like I'm flippin' motherf**in' switches And everytime you talk, all you dudes is blowin' smoke Clown a** n***as, yeah you lookin' like a joke I'm done wit it, I'm out. Shut ya f**ing mouth I'm soaring, I'm soaring to the motherf**in' clouds Tylenol. AD