She's got that number in her head. She don't have the time if it isnt worth the ride. She got that number in her head. Grinding day and night so she can keep it tight. 10 is the number, she claims is perfection. 7 is the number when she stares at her reflection. If looks could kill, she's at death's door because 11 is the number that this girl fighting for. She's got that number in her head, she don't have the time if it isn't worth the ride. She's got that number in her head. Grinding day and night so she can keep it tight. She keeps synthetic idols hidden in her closet. She’s has hole in her heart and a leak in her wallet. The only real bond that is a keepsake, is a warped bond between herself. She’s got that number in her head. I hope she gets herself together because starting to loose herself. She got that number in her head, grinding day and night so she can keep it tight. She’s making a trip to her throne in Silicone Valley, discontent so she booked a room inside a cocoon. I pray to God that she finds her self-worth, when she becomes unmask. Then, maybe she'll finds some peace when she's finally able to identify herself.