Name: Drive
Duration: 4 min 13 s
Description: Слушайте песню Drive - El-P онлайн с альбома I'll Sleep When You're Dead в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:13. Год выхода - 2007

I'll Sleep When You're Dead

El-P

Omar Rodríguez-López

Cedric Bixler Zavala

Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Up All Night

Dear Sirs

Aesop Rock

Run The Numbers

Cage

Habeas Corpses (Draconian Love)

The Overly Dramatic Truth

Trent Reznor

Flyentology

No Kings

The League Of Extraordinary Nobodies

Cat Power

Poisenville Kids No Wins / Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

Drive

Hip-Hop

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 learning permit

Delinquents on the Autobahn poppin' our airbags off, 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

Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"

Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide

Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride

Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive

Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using Christians

In a military Humvee with no bullet proof siding

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 the 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 the car"

These TV 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

And fuel injected a speedball on his way to Atlantic City

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 for the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins

Camu was like fuck it, just keep the beats 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 pit crew that love me, so I drive

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