Cowboy

Okay sipping a blunt, smoking a brew
with the gorilla glue
Off of the grid, stuck in the
I’m in the lead, let me give you a clue
Eyes on my phone, minding my own
Star Wars ass rappers all sounding like clones
I got the force, just call me Luke
I’m not gonna blow up, bitch I’m a nuke
Meet me at the motel, hit her like a cowbell
Singer like Adele (ooh)
Party ain’t special, let’s get sexual
Hit it on the menstrual (ooh)
Cocaine cowboy riding on the highway
Up too late, ain’t slept in like 5 days
Putting in the work from Monday to Friday
Tennessee Whiskey got me walking sideways
Ain’t no rest for the wicked
don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, ain’t nothing in this world for free
And I can’t slow down, I can’t stop now, you know I wish I could
(ooh) There ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good (yeah)
She said I fuck like a god (god)
I told her just call me Zeus (Zeus)
She said she don’t have a man
I told her just tell the truth
Caught in the middle of stuff
Good thing I don’t give a fuck (nope)
Money on me, I got bucks
Bitch I work hard, so don’t call it luck
Got this drink in my cup, and I’m feeling amazing
Walk in the room, and I got these hoes gazing
My shit is on fire, it’s hot, it’s blazing
My life is a movie directed my Martin Socrsese
Cocaine Cowboy, certified sicko
Bitcoin papi, got a lot of crypto
Sell it on the high, then buy on the dips though
777 hit the jackpot, I’m rich ho