TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Cowboy

rate me

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck

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

Golf Wang, MOB, mobbing 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 Franky was hiding in

Open it, dopein' it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?

Trust my little dick is..., twenty says I hit your wife

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

Grab Salem and Slater, we'll go around, riding bikes

Get some icecream,Golf Wang rascals toward the night

To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise

Nigga fuck it though, going hard as rigga' mo'

Got a nigga dollars and a couple crackers kids at shows

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast

Had a blast out in 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 about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat

Everybody's sparking but me and I keep coughing

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

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

Pissed at Jasper cause of some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin".

Hook:

I roll here on a mean unicorn

Green hat, vans, Golf top is the team uniform

Damned like a priest so I'm tying my bandana up

Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn 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

When you're alone thoughts start coming in

Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging

Shit you got a battle with, wishing ya' could skedaddle

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... we went biking, get out

In a black hoodie,with a 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, 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.

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 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 Hayley got more methods than P!nk

I'm never simple civil Fuck Lincoln

'Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles

I'm okie dokie and loopy

And booboo nana and kaka

If you think I'm fucking coocoo,

Try talking to my shrink then!

[Outro:]

Hey, hey bith

I'm right here

Yo who's that?

Thats Salem

That's my girlfriend!

You stay the fuck away from her alright?

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 on my own trip

Thanks to trashwang for correcting these lyrics

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