K-POP Lyrics Song

Tyler, The CreatorCowboy

Knock knock motherfucks
it's me Mr Cluster fuck
What when where how
like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang MOB mopping
niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking
sick since brain cancer ate
my Granny up
Rest in peace allign 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
Trust my little dick is
a'ight twenty
says I hit your wife
This is life truthfully
I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater
and go around ride bikes
Get some ice cream
Golf Wang rascals for the night
Skate around and do annoying
shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though going
hard as riggalo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple
crackers hit the show
Cracked a couple kids
in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe
had a Swedish bitch nigga hoes
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 with me
I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in
this spot hot box
and I'm getting nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song
as I'm heading straight
to the office
Pissed at Jasper because
that's some faggot
shit called Pink Dolphin
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat Vans Golf top
with the team uniform
Tighten the kupris so
I'm tying my bandana up
Sunk them like the Reds
I forget it like Dan 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 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 and
we were biking it out
In a black hoodie with a Arizona
and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all 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
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 ceasers
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 pink men
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 KUKU
Try talking to my shrink then
hey
Bitch
I'm 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
Knock knock motherfucks
it's me Mr Cluster fuck
What when where how
like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang MOB mopping
niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking
sick since brain cancer ate
my Granny up
Rest in peace allign 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
Trust my little dick is
a'ight twenty
says I hit your wife
This is life truthfully
I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater
and go around ride bikes
Get some ice cream
Golf Wang rascals for the night
Skate around and do annoying
shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though going
hard as riggalo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple
crackers hit the show
Cracked a couple kids
in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe
had a Swedish bitch nigga hoes
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 with me
I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in
this spot hot box
and I'm getting nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song
as I'm heading straight
to the office
Pissed at Jasper because
that's some faggot
shit called Pink Dolphin
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat Vans Golf top
with the team uniform
Tighten the kupris so
I'm tying my bandana up
Sunk them like the Reds
I forget it like Dan 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 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 and
we were biking it out
In a black hoodie with a Arizona
and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all 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
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 ceasers
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 pink men
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 KUKU
Try talking to my shrink then
hey
Bitch
I'm 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

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