Cowboy (Live)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Knock-knock, mothafucks, 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 Now 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 Now open it, it's 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 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 I 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 '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" (Fuck it) 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 [Chorus] 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 (Bow) 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 (RIP) Look now every time you see a roach, you think of me, ayy? 'Cause every time 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 [Chorus] 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, bitch