Cowboy

Knock-knock, mothafucks, it's me, Mr. Clusterfuck

What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck?

Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping **** ante up

Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up

Rest in peace or lie in it, life ain't got no light in it

Darker than the closet that **** Frankie was hiding in

Open it, dope in it, Bobby, where's my fucking pipe?

Dress 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 Roscoe's for the night

To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise

Fuck it, though, going hard as riga mo

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

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast

Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking toes

That's how it goes, designing clothes

Cats on everything, cats on everything

You think all this money will make a happy me?

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

Everybody's sparking but me, and I keep coughing

Can't keep calm in this spot's hot box and I'm getting nauseous

Hop in the car, ride to Saugus, and headed straight to the office

Pissed off at Jasper 'cause that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"

I roll here on a mean unicorn

Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform

Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up

Something like a lez, 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

When you're alone, thoughts start coming in

Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging

Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle

But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again

I needed to get out of the house

So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out

In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles

Just to see what all that fucking hype is about (RIP)

Now, every time you see a roach you think of me, aye?

'Cause every time 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 of 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 bitch)

Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman

I'm never civil, fuck 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 fucking cuckoo, try talking to my shrink then

"Hey"

"Bitch"

"I'm right here"

"Yo, who's that?"

"That's Salem, that's my girlfriend, stay the fuck 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