I'm sportin a buzz cut, cuttin the buns up,
fun I woulda done fun stuff with you and your rum rushed tut fucks,
tough luck my friend but today's not the end,
I'll be livin another day seein another face,
and I'm a super bowler with the nuts and the bolts,
see what I got in my folder, files and styles from when I'm older,
futuristic egotistic, sin and a whisky,
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 til you get that call