11:30 Allday (Ft. Emerson Alexander)

[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, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party?
Ayy, 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
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 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