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Second Hand Egg - Eggy Buys a Rolex

[Intro – vinyl crackle, distant piano] Yeah… They say time is money — Funny how money can’t rewind it. [Verse 1 – fast, intricate flow builds] Eggy with a jar full of quarters on the dresser, Dreams too big for the square footage, lesser-known address, bruh. Secondhand couch, second shift grocer, Scrolling gold faces while the seconds get closer. Wants a Rolex — presidential bezel, Blue face shining like the sky won a medal. Said “When I cop that, they gon’ know I arrived.” Right now he just trying to survive nine-to-five. Cracked since a kid — irony thick, Shell-shocked from clocks that he couldn’t outtick. Teachers said “slow it,” life said “hurry,” Now he measure self-worth in a jewel-toned currency. “If I wear time maybe I can control it, If it tick on my wrist maybe I can hold it.” But the hands keep spinning like gossip in towns, He saving every penny, patience run down. [Pre-Chorus – drums pull back] He want the crown on the dial, Validation stacked in a pile. Gold gleam, cold smile — Is it worth that trial? [Chorus – punchy, rhythmic] Eggy want a Rolex, Shine heavy on the ‘Gram. Tired of the label “second-hand man.” Wanna freeze time, let it glow on his wrist, Like success come wrapped in a platinum kiss. Eggy want a Rolex, Tick-tock louder than doubt. Tryna buy what he think he about. But a band don’t change who you been — Still second-hand within. [Verse 2 – denser multis, rapid cadence] Overtime, overthinking over lines, Overdraft alerts buzzing like they know his mind. Low supply of hope inside, High demand for gold design, Soul aligned with goals defined By logos and the dollar sign. “I’m tired of feeling minute” — pun intended, Life boxed him in and the clock’s condescending. Clocked in, locked in, watching the boss grin, While he flossing the thought of a watch that cost him Half a year rent, Or a year of respect? Is he fearing being seen as a zero percent? He equate the weight of the metal with merit, Like carrots could measure the character he carry. Mama said, “Son don’t let ‘em set your worth by shine. You can’t accessorize a soul or press rewind.” She tapped her wrist — “You already golden. No crown logo prove you chosen.” [Beat drop – drums slam, cadence sharpens] He froze — Jar full of change feel heavier though. Realized time ain’t money, it’s breath in the lungs, Laughs with his friends and the songs unsung. [Chorus – evolved, more aggressive] Eggy want a Rolex, Now he pausing the flex. Was he chasing time or respect? Thought the glow might plaster the cracks — But gold don’t cover the lack. Eggy want a Rolex, Now he asking the cost. Dollars — or days that he lost? If he buy it just to prove he can — Still a second-hand man? [Bridge – stripped, half-time] [Drums fade, bass hums] Looked at his wrist. Bare. Still ticking. Still living. He laughed — “Guess time been mine this whole mission.” [Verse 3 – controlled but sharp] Next week still bagging at the store, But he saving different than before. Jar ain’t for a logo, it’s land, Studio mic and a better plan. Still like shine — he ain’t fake woke, Might cop one later when the joke Ain’t on him, when the buy don’t bind him, When the watch don’t define him. A bezel don’t roll back trauma, Don’t add commas to inner honor. It’s a circle — mirror reflection, If you empty inside it amplify the deception. Time ain’t a brand you wear on your hand, It’s a seed you plant in the dirt you stand. If he rock gold one day, understand — It won’t make him a man, Just decorate who he already am. [Final Chorus – resolved, confident] Eggy want a Rolex, But he ain’t in a rush. Time ain’t currency you can clutch. If he shine, it’s within — Not the bezel, not the spin. Eggy want a Rolex, Maybe one day, maybe not. Either way, he own his clock. No crown needed to understand — He was never second-hand man. [Outro – vinyl crackle fades] Tick… Tick… Live.