Tonalité : Db major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys?
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My generation is carpooling with
doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper
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The new american Asterix
You're riding shotty with
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Jesus of Nascar- eth
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At the end of the day,
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we all sittin' on 24s
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365 horses, no horseshit
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With nothing but a learner's
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permit
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Delinquents on the autobahn poppin' our
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airbags off the worthless
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I'm not depressed, man
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I'm just a fucking New
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Yorker
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Who knows that sittin' in traffic
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with these bastards is torture
I'll be in a jalopy with a mami
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getting head rest
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And howl at the glowing moon roof as
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proof that I'm not dead yet
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And y'all can all give me the hummer
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'Cause in the meantime,
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I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one- er
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This is the El- Product summer
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With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen
grey and no vin number
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Drive, Drive, Drive
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Hopped in the hooptie screaming
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"freedom is mine!"
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Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
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Bumpin' the tune I so conveni
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ently provide
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Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
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Don't have to be flashy,
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I'll use any old ride
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Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Verse 2
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
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Cars slide by with the
bomming system
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Like New York is Fallujah with metal
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gear using christians
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Posted up for the gods of oil mining
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In a military humvee with no bullet
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proof siding (sorry, guys)
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Brooklyn, baby
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I'm waterlocked
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walkin' nervous
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When the curfew was imposed closing
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transportational service
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This gonzomatic fear turns me
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Hunter S. Thompson
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With my lawyer leaning over the
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side view mirror vomiting
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You call 'em windows,
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I call 'em asbestos lesseners
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For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more
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than fucking air fresheners
There ain't no easy pass
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Hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in casba if
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the movement's too fast
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Here come the cannon balls, run
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Get in your gremlin
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The days of thunder's creepin' up
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sooner than you expected
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Paranoid brethren disable their
onstar knowing they'll trace us
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Pull us over and shout "get out le
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car!"
[Chorus]
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These
Verse 3
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thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't take a speed racing mind to see
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that they're just stuck
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I'll wrap your promo truck with a nambla sten
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cil to prove that you're fucking babies
Frontin' up in a rental
I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
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And fuel injected a speed ball
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on hs way to Atlantic City
Out the race before even making his mark
And now he'll never pick his shit
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up out of long term parking
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My triple A card has one too many initials
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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
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Camu was like "Fuck it,
just keep the beats dirty dusty"
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I grabbed the CD radio like
"10 4 good
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buddy"
I'll keep running the track
Even when muddy
'Cause my insurance don't cover leaving the pit
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crew that love me
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So I drive
Outro 1
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