11;57 (Elemeno P)

Another day slips away and I gotta wonder Lying here in my bed do I even care Everyday seems the same, seems so paint by numbers Early bird catches the worm is what the people tell me Put on a face, put on a suit and then you'll be someone I live for fun, live for One, live for little wonders It's 11.57 And I'm running out of time Pick me up and turn me on Out of luck I'm out of my mind Running out of time Broken man with a pen and a piece of paper Rolls the dice, takes a hit but he didn't care Takes a card, takes your lies takes your name and number Given what I got, got a lot, got a situation Taken from the top, at the top it couldn't it be so bad Lost the shirt and tie cause that style doesn't qualify me.