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