Drive lyrics

Artist  : El-p 
Song : Drive



 Send "Drive" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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