Knock knock mother$#&@s it's me Mr. Cluster$#&@
What, when, where, how, like who gives a $#&@
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping ^!$$%s ante up


Ain't been this $#&@ing 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 ^!$$% Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my $#&@ing 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 rascals toward the night

To skate around and do annoying %#@! that older peeps despise

^!$$% $#&@ it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a ^!$$% 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 (*##$ 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 !@$)got %#@! 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
%#@! you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle


But it makes your shadow say none, $#&@ 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 $#&@ing 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


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

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 (*##$
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman

I'm never civil $#&@ 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 $#&@ing COOCOO

Try talking to my shrink then

(*##$
I'm right here
Yo who's that?

Thats Salem
That's my girlfriend
You stay the $#&@ away from her alright?

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