Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterphob
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What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck?
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Golf... MOB, mobbing niggas... up
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Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my granny up
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Rest in peace or lie in it, life ain't got no light in it
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Darker than that closet that nigga Franky was hiding in
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Open it, dopein' it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
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Trust my little dick is..., twenty says I hit your wife
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This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
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Grab Salem and Slater, we'll go around, riding bikes
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Get some icecream,... rascals... the night
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To stay around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
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Nigga fuck it though, going hard is bring a...
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Got a nigga dollars and a couple crackers kids...
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Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
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Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking hoes
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That's how it goes, designing clothes,
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Cats on everything, cats on everything
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You think all this money will make a happy me?
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But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
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Everybody's sparking but me and I keep coughing
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Can't keep calm in this spot hot box and I get nauseous
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Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office
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Pissed at Jasper cause of some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin".
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Hook:
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I roll here on a mean unicorn
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Green hat, vans, Golf top is the team uniform
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..like a priest so I'm tying my bandana up
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Something like a... I'm forgetting my damn manners, cause
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I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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When you're alone thoughts start coming in
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Punching in that dark lock box and they start...
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Shit you got a battle with, wishing the...
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It makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
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I needed to get out of the house,
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So I hit the dead... we went biking, get out
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In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles
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Just to see what all that fucking hype is about
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Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, uh?
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Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
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In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
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I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock in the bay.
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Hook:
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I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of Cheese
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While my friends can't afford little pizzas from little ceasers
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And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
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So I don't feel bad when they not eating!
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(But you still treating us you punk bitch)
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...got more methods than P!nk
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I'm never simple civil Fuck Lincoln
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Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
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I'm okie dokie and loopy
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And booboo nana and kaka
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If you think I'm fucking kuku,
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Try talking to my shrink then!
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[Outro:]
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Hey, hey bith
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I'm right here
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Yo who's that?
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Thats Salem
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That's my girlfriend!
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You stay the fuck away from her alright?
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Hook:
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I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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And I am the cowboy on my own trip
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Cowboy
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Tyler, The Creator |