[ Featuring Emerson Alexander ]
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
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
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
Near 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 f*ck
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
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
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
I'm 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 'em up though
I'll be out skipping countries
Like jump rope
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
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
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 me 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
And all the commotion
Moses parting the ocean but it's 11: 30
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
But I'm in no hurry, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
But I'm in no hurry, ayy, oh
