Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a
Golf M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking sick brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some
Grab and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get ice cream, Golf Wang rascals toward the night
To skate and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, going as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at
Cracked a couple kids in the head this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin'
That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on
You all this money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking it and I keep
Can't calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and a song as I'm heading straight to the office
off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean
Green hat,Vans, top is the team uniform
Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my up
Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the

But when alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that light box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Sams, we were biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all that hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you of me, eh?
everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't that day
I was with smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the

Do you know how weird it is I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't bad when they not eating
(But you still us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more than Pinkman
I'm never civil Fuck
Preme out the bag it's no
I'm dokie and loopy
And nana and Caca
If you think I'm COOCOO
Try talking to my then

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo that?
Thats
my girlfriend
You the fuck away from her alright?

I am the on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the