Cowboy Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Knock knock motherfucks 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 

Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it 

Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in 

Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe? 

Address 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 rascals toward the night 

To 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 

Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin' 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 about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat 

Everybody's sparking it and I keep coughing 

Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous 

Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office 

Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin" 

I roll here on a mean unicorn 

Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the team uniform 

Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up 

Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause 

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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 

But when you're alone thoughts start coming in 

Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging 

Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle 

But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again 

I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead Sams, we were biking it out 

In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles 

Just to see what all that fucking hype is about 

Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, eh? 

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 

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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 

Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese 

While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars 

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 bitch) 

Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman 

I'm never civil Fuck 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 fucking COOCOO 

Try talking to my shrink then 

(Hey) 

Bitch 

(im right here) 

Yo who's that? 

Thats 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