11:29

11:29 my eyes stuck on yours

But it seems everything you in love with is digital

Hair and ya lips see the tats on ya skin

And I wonder bae what about you is original

Often I'm silent cause my thoughts is violent

And everything I say could come off as critical

Knife off the wrist and the gun out ya hand

But it seems I'm the one who's forgot what he's in it for

I get a taste of fame and act like you don't exist

When back home I'm not part of the mix

Smoke in my eyes and some liq in my zip

Which probably the reason that call had got missed