Lyrics:
ain't no criminal, you musta know am not a gangster
Hey Mister Police
Man lego me hand you can't take me to the station
I say, please Mister Police
(Recording to a search published today in the journal of science visitors are curently Banned from entering the country)
(Limit contact between
ain't fuckin' around anymore
This song is about all the
Police officers in the world
God I hate them, they're so mean
They give tickets
It's gotta, it's
On Thursday the weekend is in sight
And they're in a hurry and they don't do nothing right
Friday is the worst day of the week that's the day they make lemons
jury
Me never bring no gun that day, God know
Me never bring no gun that day
Go fi the police make him testify
Subpoen' the police make him testify
Okay, now why I'm always running from the police
When I come outside, when I come outside
I be lowkey, I be hoping they don't notice
When I come
I'm full of gas
I'm the gas station
Both pockets full of dead faces
I'm full of gas
I'm the gas station
Both pockets full of dead faces
Gucci
like a soldier from Saudi
You're not bad 'round me
Want a CD, try and howl me
It's next week and you still ain't found me
The phone starts ringing when
I
you never say you never pay
Producer dey para artist never pay
Them carry them go station but the police say na holiday
Never pay Never pay but
Dihydrocodeine and Tramadol
The police get me in that station
I ain't telling them fuck all
I got 30 OC80s
I'm prolly gonna take them all
The amount of pills I
Scared that I'll end up like my old
Man visitors day on Christmas day, Nah
Fuck that's the worst outcome trust
It'll all work out mum
Plus how you think
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Her burns are so severe
There are no family pictures
And she's had no visitors
In the three weeks I've been working here
Her eyes are stuck open
greatness
Fed up of police stations
Id parading 'cause will I be mistaken
Just 'cause I lead the station
While we slide, paedo's raping
Big man like you
dey
Oga DPO na who thief im phone for inside police station abeg
Nepa office on generator dem no no wen light go come
As I dey follow you dey talk all
I got the air conditioner on
In my sound
I was friendly with a rat
A few cats use to lounge
On the side of me
Threw some scraps
To the rats
Weeks
angels, my demons, omens
They never leave me
Don't believe me? I administer the minister
9 milli' is the finisher
Death is your visitor
Told the driver that
Oh, a visitor!
Welcome to the melting library!
What brings you here?
I'm looking for my fiancée, Ava Kessler!
I see yes she's been here a few times
All that is sacred
My body lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace
checks these days
But these bros are not the same
Apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game
I do tend to end days in the police station
Counting quarters at the gas station
Carnote still ain't paid I missed my last payment
Gotta get this cash baby...
I was counting quarters at the gas
have his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county,
single hospital, all police stations
They called her back first and explained the situation
"He called the paramedics, yes he passed, that much is true"
weeks sprung
It's the game, the muthafucka calls my name
Product made of yola 'cause the rules don't change
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires
I
checks these days
But these bros are not the same
Apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game
I do tend to end days in the police station
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