Rolex Lyrics - Singles - Lymerence

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