Текст песни Reloj - Buck Bowen

I'm looking at my skin like fuck
The winter is coming, soon enough time is up
I came in with the wind going out with the dust
The past and future are not real why is the now never enough

Yet it's all that we have
And we piss it all away like the supply is coming back
But the truth is that it's infinite the problem is we're not
One day you're riding high and then the very next you're in a plot

Covered in obscurity
The memories fade as earth flushes its impurities
And that's the way it's always been
It isn't going to change maybe the duration but that's it

Once you retire that's when you'll really live
But your years are few and plus your body's gone to shit
No one to blame except the fact you didn't plan
You never hit the court instead you chose to stay up in the stands

You'd rather take a nap, then hit the mat
Punching on a your pillow 'stead of dishing them back
You say you'll get to it later, I doubt it no question
Neglect is a disease and it starts as an infection

You are no exception
In fact you're the epitome of failure as a lesson
All time is being borrowed
And you lost your profit cause you had no interest in tomorrow