[Lyrics]
Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at? Declining offers
I hear niggas rap and can make salsa

Tomato Tomato it’s all sauce less
This feel like draino to y’all faucets
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow
They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home
My granny working hard, the main person I call up on
Gold chain hang from my collar bone
I was the same guy in her college dorm
And I ain’t never had a college dorm

Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta
I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters
Some call me Saba, others call me Saba
As long as it’s love it’s not a problem
I fillet a voyeur, like I'm Oscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y’all looking at?
Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil
They like fuck is y’all cooking crack?

Got niggas asking, is it jazz or is it rap?
I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at
In the sky I could write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don’t even have to match
I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match
When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match
Like a smoker looking for a light patting they jacket flaps
Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac
That’s
Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at? Declining offers

This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that
My city like Gotham, but no I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah they will take half of that
I am not a hunter but I grew up in that habitat
Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche
Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had
Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like i’m Bangladesh

Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waiting to have my time
knew that one day my story’d be celebrated
I guess I’m still waiting, so fuck it imma take it
Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts
Acting like a ruler but could never measure up
Knew myself enough I never questioned what I was
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood
10 years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now she heard about the buzz
Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month

Young Sabastian, back in office
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer
Cristela where we at? Declining offers
I hear niggas rap tell em take caution

"Back In Office"
Written by Saba and Ernest Wilson
Produced by No I.D.
Lyric Video: by.hassan
Footage: Ian Lipton


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