Lyrics:
fine at the Desk Sergeant
Say you're sorry, then - take your property
I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial
when your bridge card is recharged, It's getting nasty out here, who's gonna win. every night there's a break-in, no one shows up, the local desk
of Highland
Ghetto bird, guns drawn, six cars, sirens
Mistaken ID, do I wanna press charges?
Nah, I'm just happy I ain't
See the desk sergeant
Hit the store
at
Tellin' daddy no it's a game so fine
I'll cross her line
Sergeant's at his desk and he's noddin' his head
Don't remember what he read back a page or three
and the fans think
The man at the desk just askin' me questions
No sergeant, I don't feel suicidal
Fans playin' my tunes on Tidal
While I'm tryna spend
(X10)
You ever been banned up by the seaside listening to NPR?
Case papers in this tiny desk, not the one from NPR (uh)
I probably know that
me double check the unit's budget
Let me validate what liquidated
My primary trade Supply and dealing Logistics
I sit or stand behind my desk in
reason I am always suspected
Of smugglin' somethin' through
Like smoke or dope or airplane glue
The sergeant waves me through
[Chorus]
And I know
the body still warm
Or is it already cold
All doors are open wide
They grope around inside
At my desk my drawers my trunk
There's nothing left to hide
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more
(close to insanity)
A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door
(close to insanity)
One bottle
says the Sergeant
"We'll make sure he never sees the sun"
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next
those scary birds
I fell off a skateboard I'm forty plus
Slinging black pill made more than Morpheus
Full metal: a-ten-hut
I'm the same sergeant
My
sharp it's rare
I keep me a box of hemp cones
They putting my mind at rest
I'm putting za in the air
I flipped a dime on a desk
I don't got time for
boss at the desk
Bitch I'm the sergeant produce my Own green Arden's Garden
Push to start what the car do?
Push through traffic I don't want to Race
decisions i've made man, they kept me at my desk
Focused on the sets i press
The bets i set, my beds my nest, my heads on the train of success
I bled with my
the body still warm
Or is it already cold
All doors are open wide
They grope around inside
At my desk my drawers my trunk
There's nothing left to hide
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