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アーティスト:El-P  アルバム:I'll Sleep When You're Dead 

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C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys? My generation is car-pooling with doom and disease Buckle up, skipper--the New American Asterix You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascar-eth At the end of the day, we all sittin' on twenty-fours Three hundred and sixty five 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 getting head rest And howl at the glowing moon roof as proof that I'm not dead yet And y'all can all give me a hummer (suck it) '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 (Chorus) 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 drive 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 waterlocked walkin' nervous When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service This gonzo-matic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson


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