Where’s the donuts

[Verse 1]
Blue lights bloom in my rearview
Heart jumps like it’s late for work
You stroll up
Shades on
Real casual
Like a seagull patrolling the parking lot
He says
“License and
Registration?”
I say
“You got great narration”
Hands at ten and two
I’m a statue
But my glove box is chaos

Just a graveyard of receipts and old CDs

That’s factual
[Chorus]
He says
“Can I search your car?”

“Why you looking for donuts
Officer?”
Got powder all over the seat
He says “What’s That??” 
It’s all from me, powder donuts set on my knee. 

“Can I search your car?”
You expecting a bakery back here?
Only thing I’m hiding
If we’re being honest
Is my messy life and a stale eclair (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
You shine that flashlight on my floor mats
Find one shoe and three coffee lids
Ask
“Son
You got anything illegal?”
“Just my playlist and my student debt
That’s it”
I swear that’s not a body in the trunk
Just a gym bag that smells like Funk. 
I can explain
I’ve been avoiding leg day since 2010
[Chorus]

“Can I search your car?”

Why you looking for donuts
Officer?
If you find one
We can split that thing
Call it community policing

“Can I search your car?”
You expecting a pastry cartel?
Only shake you’ll find on my dashboard
Is from the donuts I already ate myself (hey!)
[Bridge]
Look
If you find my ex’s sweater
You gotta keep that as evidence
Of poor romantic judgment
And questionable fashion sense
If you find my secret stash
It’s just ketchup packets
Twenty deep
In case of emergency fries
That’s my only conspiracy
[Chorus]
You say
“Can I search your car?”
Why you looking for donuts
Officer?

Got chaos in the back
But it’s all PG
Just fast food bags and anxiety

“Can I search your car?”
We could call this a snack patrol
If you find contraband sprinkles in the cushions
Guess you’re taking me on donut roll (whoa) or maybe you need a Dunkin 

Weed Grunge. Male vocal bass and drum popping.