Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

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

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

But when alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark light box and start rummaging
you've got to battle with, wish 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 dead Sams, we biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of
Just to see what all that hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I think what his would say
In saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking Sitting at the in the Bay

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

Do you know how it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little from Little Caesars
And whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us you bitch)
Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never Fuck Lincoln
out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm dokie and loopy
And booboo nana and
If you think I'm COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Thats
That's my
You stay the fuck from her alright?

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