Lymerence - Rolex lyrics

He walks from the crowd and looks at his Rolex Asks himself why and where he should go next He doesn't know He doesn't know He walks himself home, listens to his music He got cracks in his mirror from where he's abused it He doesn't know He doesn't know And if you wanna get all the things that you need You gotta close your mind, you gotta let it bleed That's the way, boy That's the way What a shame Such a waste Of a bright-smiled face And if not so you need a silver spoon No need to shoot for space when you're born on the moon Are you pleased? Are you pleased? A mirrored distortion of your perfect face You need a silver knife to win the race A fall with grace A fall with grace What a shame Such a waste Of a bright-smiled face