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Come on, 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 Nascareth
At the end of the day, we all sittin’ on 24s, 365 horses

No horse shit 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 gettin’ 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
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 booming 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 water locked 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 casbah 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 on star knowing they’ll trace us

Pull us over and shout, «Get out le car»
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
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 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

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
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
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