Drive Rmx
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Yeah
WM
Once again
WM
Come on, ma, can I borrow the keys?
My generation is carpooling with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper, the new American asterisk
You riding shotty with Jesus of NASCAR if
At the end of the day we all sitting on 24's
365 Horses
No horse shit
With nothing but a learning permit
Delinquents on the autobahn, popping our air bags off, worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a fucking New Yorker
Who know that sitting in traffic with these bastards is torture
I pee in a jalopy with a mami getting headrests
And holler 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'mma pimp this ride like fly Formula One-ers
This is the El-Produced summer
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen, grave no VIN number
(Hopped in the hooptie screaming freedom is mine)
Bumping the tune I so conveniently provide
(Don't have to be flashy, I use any old ride)
Hop in the whip and peel away, save lives, save lives
Cars slide by with the booming system
Like New York is 'palooza with metal gear using Christian
Posted up for the gods of ore mining
In a military Humvee with no bulletproof siding
Brooklyn baby, I'm waterlogged, walking nervous
When the curfew was imposed, closing transportation on service
This conformatic fit turned 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 you'll
Need more than fucking air freshener
There ain't no easy pass, hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in the casket if the movement's too fast
Here come the cannibal, run, get in your Gremlins
The days of thunder creeping up sooner than you expected
Paranoid brethren disable the OnStar
No one will trace us, pull us over, and shout out their car
(Hopped in the hooptie screaming freedom is mine)
Bumping the tune I so conveniently provide
(Don't have to be flashy, I use any old ride)
Hop in the whip and peel away, save lives, save lives
These TV thugs got the heart of Herbie the Love Bug
It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they just duds
I'll wrap your promo cut with an amber stencil
To prove that you're fucking babies fronting up in a rental
I knew a kid who navigated his slippery
And fuel injected his Speedball on his 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
An Autobahn on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish tails
About to careen on some tunes and shit all clips
The love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
The crew was like, "Fuck it, just keep your beat dirty, dusty"
I grabbed the CB radio like, "10-4, good buddy"
I'll keep running the track, even when muddy
Cause my insurance don't cover leaving
Behind the bitch who don't love me
So I
(Hopped in the hooptie screaming freedom is mine)
Bumping the tune I so conveniently provide
(Don't have to be flashy, I use any old ride)
Hop in the whip and peel away, save lives, save lives