Cowboy Ritual

The day is bright full of pain
I, see the night through the day, yea
Day is bright, day is bright
I see the night through the day, yea

Don't you go get no ash on my mama's carpet
No she won't like that much
And don't you go beaten up all on my ego no, no, no, no, no
I won't like that much
But maybe that's just me, huh
I'm speaking to you, but right through you I see
And I'm just
Waking up, livin' life like what can I take away
Lemme tell you man, like
A couple grams of this n' it might just put you in your place, yea
And I love the way the moment feels
But, I prefer the taste of her face
Yea, I prefer the taste of her
Like, lemme control the uncontrollable
Anxiety piles, now that shit uncontrollable
Feel like I'm holding hands with the devil, or Lucifer
Whatever you prefer to say
Yea and trust me when I say
That I realize the only guarantee in this life is my grave
Wildflowers in my grave

Like, lemme control all of the uncontrollable
Anxiety piles up, it's controllable
Lemme just be the observer
Like, I am that big wave surfer
Like, lemme control all of the uncontrollable
Anxiety piles up, it's controllable
Lemme just be the observer
Like, I am that big wave surfer

Oh my god this emotionless ocean is so blue
Just like Pluto, too
Ooh, I think that I am obsessed with you
No, I know that I am obsessed with you
Die my hair pink and blue, like every week
And just like that sky
Can't we just for these colors to die down?
Yea
Before we go back inside, now

Like, why won't you fly with me
Like, why won't you fly with me
You clipped your own wings
No wonder you can't get high as me
It ain't no thing
I'm passing my time away
Passing my, passing my, passing my, huh
Passing my time away

Boy why can't you just control the controllable
My consciousness is
The only thing that's holding me
Down to this earth
10 toes in the dirt while I'm levitating
King of manifestation
Like, I just made it happen
Yea, I just made it happen
Rappin' on my trippy shit
Purple haze and velvet conversation pits
Chillin' with my hippie bitch
While I'm whipping in that six speed
Back seat pumpin' sounds straight out of that six string
Like a sixth sense
Like, I'ma give you two of my sense, yea
I can feel the tension

But I live to forget it
Another flick n' I'ma hit it
Pulling up like this ain't groovy, so I'm dippin'
Man, these walls are still breathing
Lord, don't tell me that I'm trippin'
Swear I got these converse laced up
Now I'm faced up, lookin right through my eyelids
Lookin right through the red lines pokin' on my iris
Spittin' like I'm, Spittin' like I'm chokin' on my words, yea
On my words, yea

This my cowboy ritual
Hit you with a fist full
Checkin' off the list until the bucket full
This my cowboy ritual
I'ma hit you with a fist full
I'm checkin' off that list until the bucket full
Like, oh that boy so mindful
But, you don't fuckin' know me
Rang rang and I ain't even pickin' up
Cause you've been actin' phony
So, this my cowboy ritual
I'ma hit you with a fist full
I've been checkin off that list

I got too much self respect, yea
I watch my own neck
I watch my own fuckin' neck
I got too much self respect
I watch own neck
I watch my own fuckin' neck