Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr.
What, when, where, how, like who a fuck
Golf M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no in it
Darker that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking
Address my dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just to fly some kites
Grab and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older despise
Nigga fuck it though, going as riga mo
Got a nigga and a couple cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch toes
That's how it goes; clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as that supermodels eat
sparking it and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I here on a mean unicorn
Green hat,Vans, top is the team uniform
Downin' that Capri Sun, my bandana up
Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners

I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the

But when you're alone thoughts start in
Punching in that dark box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, that they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Sams, we were biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is
Now everytime you see a you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I think his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I present that day
I was Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

I am the on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the

Do you know how it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I feel bad when they not eating
(But you still us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more than Pinkman
I'm civil Fuck Lincoln
Preme out the bag no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and
And booboo and Caca
If you I'm fucking COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo that?
Salem
That's my
You stay the fuck away her alright?

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the