Drive

C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys?
 My generation is carpooling with doom and disease
 Buckle up, skipper
 The new american Asterix
 You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascar-eth
 At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s
 365 horses, no horseshit
 with nothing but a learner's permit
 Delinquents on the autobahn poppin' our airbags off the worthless
 I'm not depressed, man
 I'm just a fucking New Yorker
 Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
 I'll be in a jalopy with a mami getting head rest
 And howl at the glowing moon roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
 And y'all can all give me the hummer
 'Cause in the meantime, I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er
 This is the El-Product summer
 With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number
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 Drive, Drive, Drive
 Hopped in the hooptie screaming "freedom is mine!"
 Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
 Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
 Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
 Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
 Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
 Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
 Cars slide by with the bomming system
 Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using christians
 Posted up for the gods of oil mining
 In a military humvee with no bullet proof siding (sorry, guys)
 Brooklyn, baby
 I'm waterlocked walkin' nervous
 When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
 This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
 With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
 You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
 For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
 There ain't no easy pass
 Hands on the dash
 You'll get rocked in casba if the movement's too fast
 Here come the cannon balls, run
 Get in your gremlin
 The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected
 Paranoid brethren disable their onstar knowing they'll trace us
 Pull us over and shout "get out le car!"
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 These thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
 It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
 I'll wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you're fucking babies
 Frontin' up in a rental
 I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
 And fuel injected a speed ball on hs way to Atlantic City
 Out the race before even making his mark
 And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
 My triple A card has one too many initials
 And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
 About to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
 But love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
 Camu was like "Fuck it, just keep the beats dirty dusty"
 I grabbed the CD radio like "10/4 good buddy"
 I'll keep running the track
 Even when muddy
 'Cause my insurance don't cover leaving the pit crew that love me
 So I drive
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