Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr.
What, when, where, how, like who a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas 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 that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby my fucking pipe?
my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I want to fly some kites
Grab and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Wang rascals toward the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps
Nigga fuck it though, hard as riga mo
Got a nigga and a couple cracker kids 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 goes; clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers supermodels eat
sparking it and I keep coughing
Can't keep 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 because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll on a mean unicorn
Green hat,Vans, top is the team uniform
Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my up
like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
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, that they could skedaddle
But it makes your say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I to get out of the house, so I hit the dead 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 everytime you see a roach you of me, eh?
everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present day
I was with 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 on my own trip
And I am the

Do you know how weird it is I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and bowls
So I don't bad when they not eating
(But you treating us you punk bitch)
Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no
I'm okie and loopy
And nana and Caca
If you think I'm fucking
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

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

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