Allday - 11:30

Intro: Allday
I'm on the rise, what you call that?
I'm on a high, what you call that?
'Cause nothing feels like 11:30
No, nothing feels like 11:30
And my persona is way out
Tell me what you wanna say now
'Cause nothing feels like 11:30

Chorus: Emerson Alexander
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh

Verse 1: Allday
I'm riding in my whatever, my whatever, my what's the car?
All that matters is we're together
It's my friends and we ride 'til we die
That's the gangsta rap shit that we try to live by
And we smoke herb, we get higher than high
And we sigh like this is the life, this alright in here
Minutes ago I was diminished
But since I finished this blunt, it's clearing up
I see these pretty hoes, really, I don't give a fuck
While I've got my city's love, everything is brilliant
Riding for my postcode with everything, we're so, so, so hopeful
But oh, my buzz feel like slow-mo to me
But at the super speed that I go, though
All I see is weird blurry things from my showboat
Excuse me if I boast, bro
I was a bozo with no hope, now it's 11:30

Chorus: Emerson Alexander
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh

Verse 2: Allday
I'm puffing on the whatever, the whatever
It's work a little, live a little bit for pleasure
It's can I keep my nanna and my mum at heart?
I need inspiration while I'm waiting up to come apart
Half of this is for the haters, all to shut 'em up
The other half is 'cause I suffered for my love of art
Tryna take a car load out the art show
Warhol on my wall holes and some Pablo, I love those
I'll probably never hang them up though
I'll be out skipping countries like jump route
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I'm ahead of myself, chill
How quick am I driving? Seems like the world's still
My head has felt ill, you better get real
If you don't do this shit for me, know your friend will
Excuse my rudeness, I'm having a moment
But it's 11:30

Chorus: Emerson Alexander
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh

Verse 3: Allday
11:30 by my phone time, I grew up in my own time
I never read the road signs, just me and my low life
Friends I can rely on and oh my, as time goes by
We're strong as iron and defiant
As we take what I was born by storm, living for my people
Rest assured I'd die for 'em if it comes to that
But gosh, what fun is that?
I'm maggot, so excuse if I'm jagging, where the party at?
My presence got the beers all sweaty like a jumping jack
Girls chuck the number at me like, "Here, Chubby, catch,"
I'm like, "Relax," don't do it, like my guards through the sunroof
It's open, I don't know where we're going and that's the harsh truth
When I find a hour, walking like police do
You know the type of entrance, people hush when they see you
All the commotion, Moses parting the ocean
But it's 11:30

Chorus: Emerson Alexander
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh

Chorus: Allday
And I don't even know where I'm going
But I'm in no hurry, aye, oh

Chorus: Emerson Alexander
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, aye, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Aye, oh

Chorus: Allday
And I don't even know where I'm going
But I'm in no hurry, aye, oh