Tyler, The Creator - Cowboy lyrics

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
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 open it, 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
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 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"
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

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 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
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)
Now everytime you see a roach
You think of me, ayy?
Cause 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 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

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 koo-koo
Try talking to my shrink then

"Hey" "Bitch"
"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