Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

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

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

But when you're alone thoughts start in
Punching in that dark box and they start rummaging
Shit got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle
But it makes shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead Sams, we biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is
Now everytime you see a roach you of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I present that day
I was Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

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

Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of
While my friends can't afford little from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not
(But you still treating us you bitch)
Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil Fuck
Preme out the bag no wrinkles
I'm dokie and loopy
And booboo nana and
If you I'm fucking COOCOO
Try to my shrink then

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Thats
my girlfriend
You stay the fuck away her alright?

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