Cowboy
Tyler The Creator Lyrics

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
Introducing himself as a chaotic force.

What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Dismissing the importance of details and context.

Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Announcing his affiliation with the Golf Wang collective and their ability to dominate.

Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Saying he feels ill with the same intensity as when his grandmother suffered from brain cancer.

Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it
Reflecting on his grandmother's death and the darkness of life.

Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Comparing the darkness of life to a memory of being hidden in a closet.

Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Requesting drug paraphernalia from Bobby.

Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
Making a crude sexual remark and wager.

This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Acknowledging the struggle of life and expressing desire for a simple pleasure.

Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Mentioning friends and suggesting an innocent activity.

Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals toward the night
Continuing to suggest simple, youthful activities.

To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Embracing youthful mischief.

Fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
Deciding to live freely and pursue his own desires.

Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
Noticing his own wealth and the diverse crowd at his shows.

Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Joking about a physical altercation.

Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin' toes
Recounting a sexual encounter that brought him pleasure.

That's how it goes, designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
Describing his life as revolving around clothing design and the motif of cats.

You think all this money will make a happy me?
Questioning the value of money in achieving happiness.

But I'm 'bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Admitting to feeling lonely despite his material success.

Everybody's sparking it but me and I keep coughing
Observing his own inability to smoke marijuana without coughing.

Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Feeling uncomfortable in a hot, enclosed space.

Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office
Using his creativity as a coping mechanism while traveling to work.

Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
Expressing frustration with a brand and using a derogatory term.

I roll here on a mean unicorn
Imagining himself as an unconventional rider.

Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Describing the clothing he and his friends wear as a uniform.

Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Enjoying a drink and adjusting his bandana.

Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners 'cause
Feeling comfortable and relaxed like a lesbian, and not worrying about manners.

When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Reflecting on the experience of being alone with one's thoughts.

Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Visualizing the mind as a locked box where unwanted thoughts appear.

Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
Acknowledging the struggle of dealing with difficult thoughts and wishing they would go away.

But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
Suggesting that facing difficult thoughts can evoke dangerous impulses.

I needed to get out of the house
Explaining a need to leave home and go outside.

So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out
Meeting up with friends and going for a bike ride.

In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Describing his appearance and snacks he brought.

Just to see what all that fucking hype is about
Curious about the hype surrounding a certain activity.

Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
Jokingly suggesting that his image will now be associated with roaches.

'Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
Continuing the roach joke by imagining a roach's hypothetical family.

In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
Taking the roach joke even further with a hypothetical court case.

I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay
Continuing the absurdity by imagining an alibi with the late Whitney Houston.

Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
Reflecting on the oddness of his financial success.

While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
Contrasting his wealth with the financial struggles of his friends.

And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
Recognizing his friends' focus on smoking marijuana.

So I don't feel bad when they not eating (But you still treating us you punk bitch)
Justifying his spending on himself by noting his friends' priorities, while still acknowledging their criticism.

Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
Referencing his own creativity and compared it to Jesse Pinkman's drug-making skills from Breaking Bad.

I'm never civil Fuck Lincoln
Dismissing Abraham Lincoln as a role model for civility.

Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
Noticing his clothing's lack of wrinkles.

I'm okie dokie and loopy
Describing his mental state as relaxed and maybe a little high.

And booboo nana and caca
Using infantile language for humor.

If you think I'm fucking cuckoo Try talking to my shrink then
Acknowledging he may seem insane and recommending a conversation with his therapist.

Hey Bitch, I'm right here
Addressing someone in a confrontational, aggressive manner.

Yo who's that? That's Salem That's my girlfriend Stay the fuck away from her alright?
Claiming ownership over his girlfriend and warning someone to stay away from her.