Riding on my horse through the golden west

Got my turntables dropped against my chest

My mirror ball hangs from my hat

My jungle stick held to my back

I press my laser shades up to my head

Block sun from face as I think about men

And I think about the nights

My kaleidoscope sights

And one of my horse, it has four ears

I pull my picks up from my shirt and wipe the top because it's covered in dirt

Inside my ? saddle bag is my record collection and I sure am glad

I hook my bulb up to my mouth and pull the trigger ’cause I'm heading south

And I think about the nights

My kaleidoscope sights

And of my horse has four ears

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Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the-

Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the-

Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the-

Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the-

Oh god, dawg, I done broke my guitar