COWBOY
COWBOY
Well I'm packing up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint
Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pill
And I'm a kid rockin' up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the tea, I wanna roam
Find hometown, tell the news and come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid rockin', I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headed out west somewhere
Because I wanna be a
COWBOY, BABY
With a top let back and the sunshine shinin'
COWBOY, BABY
West coast chillin' with the moonshine
I wanna be a
COWBOY, BABY
Ridin' at night while I sleep all day
COWBOY, BABY
I can smell the tea from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes
Like dust in the wind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scab knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right, then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let California know why they call me
A COWBOY, BABY
With a top let back and the sunshine shinin'
COWBOY, BABY
West coast chillin' with the moonshine
I wanna be a
COWBOY, BABY
Ridin' at night while I sleep all day
COWBOY, BABY
I can smell the tea from a mile away
COWBOY, BABY
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Yeah, Kid Black, you can call me Jacks
Rollin' Sunset Woman with a bottle of Pax
Seen a slimmy in a vat, throw down my glass
And said, yeah, it is psh-psh-psh right now
Go get done swingin' spurs, sittin' on the floor
Call me horse, I'm the boss with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, it is I ain't right
I'm a painter's town red, that paint is white, white, uh
Cause chaos, rock like Alvideos
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like Mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no chief, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight out of Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Gloss like a sailor, drink like a Mick
My only words are with a stomach, radio edit
I'm flakin' my dick up and down that coastin'
And keep on chokin' till it falls in the ocean
COWBOY
With the top left back and the sunshine shinin'
COWBOY
Spend all my time at Hollywood and vinin'
COWBOY
Ridin' at night cause we sleep all day
COWBOY
I can smell a pig from a mile away
COWBOY
With the top left back and the sunshine shinin'
COWBOY
With the top left back and the sunshine shinin'
COWBOY
At Hollywood and vinin'