Cowboy (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator

Knock knock motherf**ks

It's me Mr. Clusterf**k

What when where how like who gives a f**k

Golf Wang MOB

Mopping niggas ante up

Ain't been this f**king sick

Since brain cancer ate my Granny up

Rest in peace allign it

Life ain't got no light in it

Darker than that closet

That ni**a Frankie was hiding in

Open it d**e in it

Bobby where's my f**king pipe

Trust my little dick is alright

Twenty says I hit your wife

This is life

Truthfully I just want to fly some kites

Grab Salem and Slater and go around

Ride bikes

Get some ice cream

Golf Wang rascals for the night

Skate around and do annoying sh*t

That older peeps despise

Ni**a f**k it though

Going hard as riggalo

Got a ni**a dollars

And a couple crackers hit the show

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast

Had a blast out Europe

Had a Swedish b**ch ni**a hoes

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 with me

And I keep coughing

Can't keep calm in this spot hot box

And I'm getting nauseous

Hop in the car and write a song as

I'm heading straight to the office

Pissed off Jasper because

That's some faggot sh*t called Pink Dolphin

See I roll here on a mean unicorn

Green hat Vans

Golf top with the team uniform

Tighten the kupris so I'm tying my bandana up

Sunk them like the Reds

I forget it like Dan 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 light box

And they start rummaging

Sh*t you've got to battle with

Wish that they could skedaddle

But it makes your shadow say none

F**k it and grab the gun again

I needed to get out of the house

So I hit the dead sams

And we were biking it out

In a black hoodie

With a Arizona and a bag of skittles

Just to see

What all that f**king hype is about

Now everytime you see a roach

You think of me eh hey

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

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 cowboy cowboy

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 b**ch

Wolf Haley got more methods than pink men

I'm never civil F**k 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 f**king KUKU

Try talking to my shrink then

Hey hey

B**ch

I'm right here right here

Yo who's that who's that

That's Salem

That's my girlfriend

You stay the f**k 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