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 on a Saturday night gettin fucked up send an invite all, tiring but peaceful til you get that callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
