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(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
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(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Knock-knock, mothaf**ks, it's me, Mr. Clusterf**k
What, when, where, how, like who gives a f**k
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping ni**as ante up
Ain't been this f**king 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 ni**a Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my f**king pipe?
Dress my little d**k 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 s**t that older peeps despise
Ni**a, f**k it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a ni**a dollars and a couple cr**ker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish b***h licking 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 'bout as lonely as cr**kers 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 f****t s**t called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a lez, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause

[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

[Verse 2]
When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
S**t 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 Sams, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that f**king hype is about (RIP)
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ayy?
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

[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

[Verse 3]
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 b***h)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil, f**k 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 f**king koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then

[Skit: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC, Sam, and Wolf]
"Hey..."
"B***h."
"I'm right here."
"Yo, who's that..?"
"That's Salem, that's my girlfriend. You stay the f**k 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

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