Cowboy
Tyler, The Creator Song Lyrics

Knock knock motherfucks it's me mr. clusterfuck

What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck

Golf wang m-o-b, mopping niggas ante up

Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my granny up

Rest in peace allign it, life ain't got no light in it

Darker than that closet that nigga frankie was hiding in

Open it, dope in it, bobby where's my fucking pipe?

Trust my little dick is a'ight, twenty says I hit your wife

This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites

Grab salem and slater and go around, ride bikes

Get some ice cream, golf wang rascals for the night

Skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise

Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riggalo

Got a nigga dollars and a couple crackers hit the show

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast

Had a blast out europe, had a swedish bitch nigga hoes

That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything

You think all this money will make a happy me?

But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat

Everybody's sparking with me I keep coughing

Can't keep calm in this spot hot box and I'm getting nauseous

Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office

Pissed at jasper because that's some faggot shit called 'pink dolphin'

See,i roll here on a mean unicorn

Green hat,vans, golf top with the team uniform

Tighten the kupris so I'm tying my bandana up

Sunk them like the reds I forget it like dan manners cause

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

But when you're alone thoughts start coming in

Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging

Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle

But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again

I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead sams and we were biking it out

In a black hoodie,with a arizona and a bag of skittles

Just to see what all to see what all that fucking hype is about

Now everytime you see a roach you think of me eh?

Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say

In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day

I was with whitney smoking sitting at the dock in the bay

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese

While my friends can't afford little pizzas from little ceasers

And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls

So I don't feel bad when they not eating

(But you still treating us you punk bitch)

Wolf haley got more methods than pink men

I'm never civil fuck lincoln

Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles

I'm okie dokie and loopy

And booboo nana and caca

If you think I'm fucking kuku

Try talking to my shrink then

(Hey)

Bitch

(I'm right here)

Yo who's that?

Thats salem

That's my girlfriend

You stay the fuck away from her alright?

I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip

And I am the cowboy on my own trip