Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, niggas ante up
Ain't been fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no in it
Darker than that closet that nigga was hiding in
it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit wife
This is life, truthfully I just to fly some kites
Grab Salem and 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 fuck it though, going as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker at shows
Cracked a kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin'
That's how it designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers that eat
Everybody's it and I keep coughing
keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the
off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean
hat,Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downin' Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a les, I'm my damn manners cause

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

But when alone thoughts start 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 shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead Sams, we were it out
In a black hoodie,with a and a bag of skittles
to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I what his parents 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 on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the

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

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Salem
That's my
You stay the away from 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