811 Anthem

Eight-one-one

Say it once

Say it twice

Then it’s stuck

Eight-one-one, that’s the code, that’s the tag

Flip three digits, whole story in a bag

Two ones standing by an eight so wide

Like guardians posted at each side

Eight past eleven on a late-night clock

Heart on vibrate, mind on shock

Eight missed calls, one shot, one chance

Eight-one-one when I slide to advance (yeah)

Eight-one-one, it’s stuck in my head

See it on the screen, on the signs, in red

Eight-one-one when I rise from the bed

Everywhere I look, it’s the number I said

Eight-one-one, let it ring, let it run

From the first little light till the day is done

Eight-one-one, that’s my code, that’s my drum

Turn three digits to an anthem we hum (hey!)

Eight like loops, I repeat my grind

One like focus, sharp in my mind

Another one standing, back-to-back with the first

Two thin lines holding down the verse

Apartment eight-eleven, top floor buzz

Door half open, they all know us

Eight dreams deep, one fear I outrun

One more leap, now I’m eight-one-one (woah)

Eight-one-one, it’s stuck in my head

See it on the screen, on the signs, in red

Eight-one-one when I rise from the bed

Everywhere I look, it’s the number I said

Eight-one-one, let it ring, let it run

From the first little light till the day is done

Eight-one-one, that’s my code, that’s my drum

Turn three digits to an anthem we hum (eight-one-one)