Lyrics

Riding on my horse through the golden west Got my turntables dropped against my chest My mirror ball hangs from my hat My jungle stick held to my back I press my laser shades up to my head Block sun from face as I think about men And I think about the nights My kaleidoscope sights And one of my horse, it has four ears I pull my picks up from my shirt and wipe the top because it's covered in dirt Inside my ? saddle bag is my record collection and I sure am glad I hook my bulb up to my mouth and pull the trigger 'cause I'm heading south And I think about the nights My kaleidoscope sights And of my horse has four ears Pull the triggеr, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull thе trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the- Oh god, dawg, I done broke my guitar