Another Face

I'm sportin' a buzz cut, cuttin' the buns up
Fun I woulda done stuff with you and your rum rushed tut fucks
Tough luck my friend but today’s not the end
I’ll livin' another day seein' another face
And I'm a super bowler with the nuts the bolts
See what I got in my folder, files and styles from when I'm older
Futuristic egotistic, sin and a whiskey
Fillin' the quiet with my two timing and rhyme schemes
Simon says to me just please stay tracking on
Go hard but not off the course like home alone on a Saturday night
Gettin' fucked up send an invite all, tiring but peaceful till you get that call