[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. ClusterfuckWhat, when, where, how, like who gives a fuckGolf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante upAin't been this fucking sicksince brain cancer ate my Granny upRest in peace, or lie in it, life ain't got no light in itDarker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding inOpen it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?Dress my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wifeThis is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kitesGrab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikesGet some ice cream, Golf Wang Roscoe's for the nightTo skate around and do annoying shitthat older peeps despiseNigga fuck it though, going hard as riga moGot a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at showsCracked a couple kids in the head with this castHad a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin' toesThat's how it goes; designing clothescats on everything, cats on everythingYou think all this money will make a happy me?But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eatEverybody's sparking but me, and I keep coughingCan't keep calm in this spot's hot boxand I'm getting nauseousHop in the car, ride to Saugusand head straight to the officePissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shitcalled "Pink Dolphin"I roll here on a mean unicornGreen hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniformDownin' that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana upSomething like a lezI'm forgetting my damn manners cause[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]When you're alone thoughts start coming inPunching in that dark lock box and they start rummagingShit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddleBut it makes your shadow say nonefun and grab the gun againI needed to get out of the houseso I hit the dead Sam's, and we went biking it outIn a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of SkittlesJust to see what all that fucking hype is aboutNow everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?Cause everytime I see oneI think what his parents would sayIn court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that dayI was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay[Hook]I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]Do you know how weird it is knowingI make a bunch of cheeseWhile my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little CaesarsAnd their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowlsSo I don't feel bad when they not eating(But you still treating us, you punk bitch)Wolf Haley got more methods than PinkmanI'm never civil, fuck LincolnPreme out the bag it's no wrinklesI'm okie dokie and loopyAnd booboo nana and cacaIf you think I'm fucking koo-kooTry talking to my shrink then[Outro](hey)Bitch(I'm right here)Yo who's that?Thats SalemThat's my girlfriendYou stay the fuck away from her alright?[Hook]I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy on my own tripAnd I am the cowboy
🎤
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking 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 nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking 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 Roscoe's for the night
To skate around and do annoying shit
that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga 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 bitch 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 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
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit
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 lez
I'm forgetting my damn manners cause
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
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: Tyler, the Creator]
When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none
fun and grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house
so I hit the dead Sam's, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
Cause 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 of the bay
[Hook]
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 3: Tyler, The Creator]
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 bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
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 koo-koo
Try talking to my shrink then
[Outro]
(hey)
Bitch
(I'm right here)
Yo who's that?
Thats Salem
That's my girlfriend
You stay the fuck away from her alright?
[Hook]
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
Speed
YOUR SPACE
My repertoire
This shared list will also be saved automatically in the repertoire of this device.
