"Cowboy" as written by and Tyler Okonma....
Knock knock motherfuck, it's me, Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B moppin' niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my granny up
Rest in piece, lye in it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than the 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'll hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Slater and Salem and go around riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals towards the night
Skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Fuck it though, going hard as rigor 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 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 would make a happy me
But I'm bout as lonely as crackers supermodels eat
Everybody sparking with me and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this spot's hotbox, I'm getting nauseous
Hop in the car, ride to Saugus and straight down to office
Pissed off at Jasper for some faggot shit called Pink Dolphin
I rode here on a mean unicorn
Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Acting like a les, 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

When you're alone, thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark locked box and start rummaging
Shit you gotta battle with, wishing you could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none fun and grab the gun again
Needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Dead Sams
And we went biking, get out in a black hoodie
With an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype was about
Now every time you see a roach you think of me, eh?
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 at the dock of 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

You know how weird it is, knowing I make a bunch of cheese
When my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesar's
And their whole goal to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they're not eating
(But you're 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 boo boo nana and caca
If you think I'm fucking cuckoo try talking to my shrink then, bitch
(Hey, I'm right here...)

"Yo, who's that?"
"That's 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

Lyrics submitted by hrenoir

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