Drive

Drive, drive, drive, drive
Don't cover leaving the pit crew that love me, so I drive

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
Out the race before even making his mark

For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
Camu was like fuck it, just keep the beats dirty dusty
Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
Pull us over and shout, "Get out le car"
Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
And fuel injected a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
Delinquents on the Autobahn poppin' our airbags off the worthless

Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascareth

Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Drive, drive, drive
You'll get rocked in casbah if the movement's too fast
Here come the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
Buckle up, skipper, the new American Asterix
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
These thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, this is the El-Product summer
Cars slide by with the booming system
I grabbed the CD radio like, 10/4 good buddy
But love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a fucking New Yorker
Drive, drive, drive, drive
I'll wrap your promo truck with a Nambla stencil
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number
(Sorry, guys)
It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
In a military Humvee with no bullet proof siding

With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
About to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
There ain't no easy pass, hands on the dash
My triple A card has one too many initials
Paranoid brethren disable their on star knowing they'll trace us
Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
To prove that you're fucking babies frontin' up in a rental
Drive, drive, drive

This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using Christians
Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked walkin' nervous
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected
I knew a kid who navigated it slippery

And y'all can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the meantime
No horse shit with nothing but a learner's permit
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
Drive, drive, drive

And howl at the glowing moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
I'll keep running the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance

And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive

Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide

Posted up for the gods of oil mining

At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365 horses