Cowboy

Cowboy - Tyler The Creator

Knock knock motherf**ks it's me Mr Clusterf**k

What when where how like who gives a f**k

Golf Wang M-O-B mopping niggas ante up

Ain't been this f**king sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up

Rest in peace her lying it life ain't got no light in it

Darker than that closet that ni**a Frankie was hiding in

Open it d**e in it Bobby where's my f**king pipe

Address my little dick as Ike twenty says I hit your wife

This is life truthfully I just want to fly some kites

Grab Salem and Slater and go around riding bikes

Get some ice cream Golf Wang rascals toward the night

To skate around and do annoying sh*t that older peeps despise

Ni**a f**k it though going hard as riga mo

Got a ni**a dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast

Had a blast out Europe had a Swedish b**ch lickin' toes

That's how it goes; designing clothes cats on

Everythingcats on everything

You think all this money will make a happy me

But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat

Everybody's sparking it and I keep coughing

Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous

Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office

Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot sh*t called "Pink Dolphin"

I roll here on a mean unicorn

Green hat Vans Golf top is the team uniform

Downin' that Capri Sun tighten my bandana up

Something like a les I'm forgetting my damn manners cause

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy

But when you're alone thoughts start coming in

Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging

Sh*t you've got to battle with wish that they could skedaddle

But it makes your shadow say none f**k it grab the gun again

I needed to get out of the house so I hit the dead Sams we were biking it out

In a black hoodie with a Arizona and a bag of skittles

Just to see what all that f**king hype is about

Now everytime you see a roach you think of me eh

Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say

In court saying I ate him I wasn't present that day

I was with Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy

Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese

While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars

And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls

So I don't feel bad when they not eating

(But you still treating us you punk b**ch)

Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman

I'm never civil F**k Lincoln

Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles

I'm okie dokie and loopy

And booboo nana and Caca

If you think I'm f**king COOCOO

Try talking to my shrink then

(Hey)

B**ch

(im right here)

Yo who's that

Thats Salem

That's my girlfriend

You stay the f**k away from her alright

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy