Songtext von 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