Drive Lyrics - Singles - El-p

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