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letra de cowboy (live) - tyler, the creator

[verse 1]
knock-knock, mothaf-cks, it’s me, mr. cl-sterf-ck
what, when, where, how, like who gives a f-ck
golf w-ng m-o-b, mopping n-ggas ante up
ain’t been this f-cking sick since brain cancer ate my granny up
now rest in peace or lie in it, life ain’t got no light in it
darker than that closet that n-gga frankie was hiding in
now open it, it’s dope in it, bobby, where’s my f-cking pipe?
dress my little d-ck 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 w-ng roscoe’s for the night
skate around and do annoying sh-t that older peeps despise
n-gga, f-ck it though, going hard as riga mo
got a n-gga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
i had a blast out in europe, had a swedish b-tch l!cking 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
p-ssed off at jasper because that’s some f-ggot sh-t called “pink dolphin”
(f-ck it) 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 d-mn manners cause
[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
when you’re alone, thoughts start coming in
punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
sh-t you’ve got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
but it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again (bow)
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 f-cking hype is about (rip)
look now every time you see a roach, you think of me, ayy?
’cause every time 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

[chorus]
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 on my own trip, b-tch

- tyler the creator

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