Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, niggas ante up
Ain't been this sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your
This is life, I just want to fly some kites
Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals 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 in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a bitch lickin' toes
That's how it goes; clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers supermodels eat
sparking it and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading to the office
off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "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 manners

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

But when you're alone thoughts start in
Punching in dark light box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish they could skedaddle
But it your shadow 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 black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of
Just to see what all that hype is about
Now everytime you see a you think 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 on my own trip
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 knowing I make a bunch of
While my friends 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 Pinkman
I'm never civil Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no
I'm okie and loopy
And nana and Caca
If you I'm fucking COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

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

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