Текст песни Cowboy - Croosh

Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to,
I might convince him that you really didn't mean it

Okay sipping a blunt, smoking a brew
Michelada, with the gorilla glue
Off of the grid, stuck in the stu
I'm in the lead, let me give you a clue
Eyes on my phone, minding my own
Star Wars ass rappers all sound just 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
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
It ain't nothing in this world for free
You know I can't slow down, I can't stop now
Though you know I wish I could
Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

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 Scorsese
Cocaine Cowboy, certified sicko
Bitcoin papi, got a lot of crypto
Sell when it's high, then buy it on the dips though
777 hit the jackpot, I'm rich hoe