Knock, knock, mother***ers, meet Mr. Cluster*** What, when, where, how, like who gives a ***? Golf Wang, M.O.B., moppin' niggas' ante up Ain't been this ***in' sick since brain cancer ate my granny up Rest in peace for lyin' in, life ain't got no light in it Darker than the closet that nigga Frankie was hidin' in Open it, dopin' it, Bobby wears my ***in' pipe Dress my little dick as Ike, 20 says I hit your wife This is life, truthfully, I just wanna fly some kites *** Salem and Slater and go around Ridin' bikes, get some ice cream Golf Wang, Roscoe's tour tonight to skate around And do annoying *** that older bitches despise *** it though, goin' hard as Rigamote 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 in Europe, had the sweetest bitch lickin' toast That's how it goes, designin' clothes Cats on everything, cats on everything You'd think all this money would make a happy meal But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat Everybody sparkin' but me and I keep coughin' Can't keep calm in the spots, hotboxin' I'm gettin' nauseous, hop in the car Ride a Saugus and headin' straight to the office *** at Jasper cause of some baggage *** called Pink Dolphin I roll here on a mean unicorn Green hat, Vans, golf top is the team uniform Down in a Capri Sun, tight in my bandana Rub somethin' like a Lez, I'm forgivin' my damn 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 comin' in Punchin' in that dark lockbox and they start rummagin' *** you gotta battle with, wishin' it could skedaddle But it makes your shadows say none fun And *** the gun again, leave it to get out of the house So I hit the Dead Sams and we went bikin', get out In a black hoodie with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles Just to see what all that ***in' hype is about Now every time you see a roach, you thinkin' me ape Cause every time I see one, I think of what his parents would say In court, sayin' I ate him, I wasn't present that day I was with Whitney smokin', sittin' at the dock of 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 You know how weird it is, know when I make a bunch of cheese When my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars And they whole goal is to roll up in smoke bowls So I don't feel bad when they not eat me But you still treatin' us, you punk bitch Got more methods than Pinkman, I'm never civil *** Lincoln, cream out the bag, it's no wrinkles I'm okie-dokie and loopy and boo-boo, na-na and cock-a If you think I'm ***in' cuckoo, try talkin' to my strength then Hey, bitch, I'm right here Yo, who's that? That's Saylor, that's my girlfriend Stay the *** away from her, aight 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