Soundcloud Cowboy
I woke up hungover, feeling half past dead
Got a Vogue model hangin' off the side of my bed
Can't recall what we did last night
Too many shots of dark liquor chased with Keystone Light
And I can only guess, I ain't perform the best
So right before she left, I made sure I impressed
My only truck is a blacked out Model X
But it can drive itself, and that means safer sex
Just a lonely cowboy here out West
I got a mansion in the hills, but I don't know what's next
California girls are nice, but I prefer the Midwest
Where they don't dig for gold or need an STD test
I feel alone, but my phone's got three hundred texts
I feel a little more stress every message request
I guess that's just the life of finesse
The side effects of success
Just remind me to flex
And my mama's getting older, hopin' she's alright
Text her how much I miss her on a first class flight
Overseas, but we see the same stars at night
Minnesota boy, I shine like the Northern Lights
Don't get me wrong, I like shining
But fuck the gold and the diamonds
And all the contracts I'm signing
I say I love it, I'm lyin'
Sometimes I wanna trade all in
But then I look at my wins
And I'm back at it again
Gravy
Just a lonely cowboy here out West
I got a mansion in the hills, but I don't know what's next
California girls are nice, but I prefer the Midwest
Where they don't dig for gold or need an STD test
I feel alone, but my phone's got three hundred texts
I feel a little more stress every message request
I guess that's just the life of finesse
The side effects of success
Just remind me to flex
Rappin' seven years, I just finally learned guitar
Don't know music theory, but I clearly know some bars
Sellin' out shows, it don't matter where they are
Ignant with the lyrics, but the hustle's from the heart
I do this shit for my Dad, yeah
And everyone else that I had, yeah
And all of my folks that I have
If you my dawg you ain't goin' out sad, nah
Look at my view, light up a Viceroy
Run up the bank, I'm just a SoundCloud cowboy
Yo, hoss, congrats on the motherfuckin' goddam country release, son
The picture's fuckin' beautiful, dude
I'd like to just personally welcome you to country music
We're goddam honored to have y'all
So I cannot wait for the future, son
This is what this fuckin' sports been needin' hoss
Got a Vogue model hangin' off the side of my bed
Can't recall what we did last night
Too many shots of dark liquor chased with Keystone Light
And I can only guess, I ain't perform the best
So right before she left, I made sure I impressed
My only truck is a blacked out Model X
But it can drive itself, and that means safer sex
Just a lonely cowboy here out West
I got a mansion in the hills, but I don't know what's next
California girls are nice, but I prefer the Midwest
Where they don't dig for gold or need an STD test
I feel alone, but my phone's got three hundred texts
I feel a little more stress every message request
I guess that's just the life of finesse
The side effects of success
Just remind me to flex
And my mama's getting older, hopin' she's alright
Text her how much I miss her on a first class flight
Overseas, but we see the same stars at night
Minnesota boy, I shine like the Northern Lights
Don't get me wrong, I like shining
But fuck the gold and the diamonds
And all the contracts I'm signing
I say I love it, I'm lyin'
Sometimes I wanna trade all in
But then I look at my wins
And I'm back at it again
Gravy
Just a lonely cowboy here out West
I got a mansion in the hills, but I don't know what's next
California girls are nice, but I prefer the Midwest
Where they don't dig for gold or need an STD test
I feel alone, but my phone's got three hundred texts
I feel a little more stress every message request
I guess that's just the life of finesse
The side effects of success
Just remind me to flex
Rappin' seven years, I just finally learned guitar
Don't know music theory, but I clearly know some bars
Sellin' out shows, it don't matter where they are
Ignant with the lyrics, but the hustle's from the heart
I do this shit for my Dad, yeah
And everyone else that I had, yeah
And all of my folks that I have
If you my dawg you ain't goin' out sad, nah
Look at my view, light up a Viceroy
Run up the bank, I'm just a SoundCloud cowboy
Yo, hoss, congrats on the motherfuckin' goddam country release, son
The picture's fuckin' beautiful, dude
I'd like to just personally welcome you to country music
We're goddam honored to have y'all
So I cannot wait for the future, son
This is what this fuckin' sports been needin' hoss
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Zuckerman, Robert Richardson, Brandon Stewart, Matthew Hauri, Pacome Gendreau, Niko Slim, Christian Dolkd
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