Another Face (Midtro)

I'm sportin' a buzz cut, cuttin' the buns up I'm not with the done fun stuff With you and your rum rush, tug 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 baller with the nuts and the balls And what I got in my folder Files of styles from when I'm older Futuristic, egotistic, singin' of whiskey Fillin' a choir with my two timin' and rhyme scheme Simon says to me, just please, stay trackin' on Go hard, but not on the court, sack home alone On a Saturday night, gettin' fucked up, send an invite to all Tyrant, but be smooth 'til you get that call