Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a
Wang 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 got no light in it
than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my pipe?
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your
This is life, I just want to fly some kites
Grab and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang toward the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps
Nigga it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish lickin' toes
That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on
You think all this money will make a me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers that 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 as I'm heading straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a unicorn
Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the uniform
that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn cause

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

But when you're alone thoughts coming in
Punching in that dark light box and they rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, 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 what all that fucking is about
Now everytime you see a you think of me, eh?
Because I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I present that day
I was with Whitney Sitting at the dock in the Bay

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

Do you how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke
So I don't bad when they not eating
(But you treating us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than
I'm civil Fuck Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no
I'm okie and loopy
And booboo and Caca
If you think I'm COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

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

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