Another Face Songtext

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 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