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
Ain't been this fucking sick since brain ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, life got no light in it
Darker than that closet that Frankie was hiding in
it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Address my little as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang toward the night
To skate around and do shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple kids at shows
a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a bitch lickin' toes
how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking it and I coughing
Can't calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot called "Pink Dolphin"
I here on a mean unicorn
Green hat,Vans, top is the team uniform
that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause

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 thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark light box and they start
Shit you've got to with, wish that they could skedaddle
But it makes your say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Sams, we were biking it out
In a hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles
Just to see all that fucking hype is about
Now you see a roach you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I think what his would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't that day
I was Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock 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 pizzas from Little
And their whole goal is to up and smoke bowls
So I feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us you bitch)
Wolf got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil Lincoln
out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm dokie and loopy
And booboo and Caca
If you I'm fucking COOCOO
Try talking to my then

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Salem
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 cowboy on my own
And I am the