cowboy

• tyler the creator parçası.
  
  [verse 1]
  knock-knock, mothafuck 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 or lie in 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?
  dress my little dick as ike, twenty says i hit your wife
  this is life, truthfully i just want to fly some kites
  grab salem and slater and go around, riding bikes
  get some ice cream, golf wang roscoe's for the night
  to skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
  nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
  got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
  cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
  had a blast out europe, had a swedish bitch licking toes
  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 'bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
  everybody's sparking but me, and i keep coughing
  can't keep calm in this spot's hot box and i'm getting nauseous
  hop in the car, ride to saugus, and head straight to the office
  pissed off at jasper because that's some faggot shit called "pink dolphin"
  i roll here on a mean unicorn
  green hat, vans, golf top is the team uniform
  downing that capri sun, tighten my bandana up
  something like a lez, i'm forgetting my damn manners cause
  
  [hook]
  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
  
  [verse 2]
  when you're alone thoughts start coming in
  punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
  shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
  but it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
  i needed to get out of the house
  so i hit the dead sams, and we went biking it out
  in a black hoodie, with an arizona and a bag of skittles
  just to see what all that fucking hype is about
  now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
  cause 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 of the bay
  
  [hook]
  
  [verse 3]
  do you know how weird it is knowing i make a bunch of cheese
  while my friends can't afford little pizzas from little caesars
  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 pinkman
  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 koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then
  
  [skit]
  dr. tc: hey
  wolf: bitch
  dr. tc: i'm right here
  wolf: yo, who's that?
  sam: that's salem, that's my girlfriend. you stay the fuck away from her alright?