Lyrics:
eyes on
Me, Superman, I fell from the window
If I fly high, then why drive a benzo
In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer
In drive is something brand-new
We return you now...
This is Drak
Your outer space disc jockey
With a request for earth
(Earth angel, earth angel)
That was The Pelicans
late again
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive
To sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
His mom sits by the radio
Until his
look
Sure enough - I'm quite alone
Still, there no sound
So I spin-a-disc around and around
And slide the needle in the groove...
Drive down any
a killer-like motive and a four-wheel drive
Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive
I know you steal from other rappers like a rat on the hunt
Therefore
Christ is still alive
I'm waiting for Him to arrive
An interactive courier above all multimedia
Optical holography
Have no faith in what you see
Open up
elves now cringed of my introduction
I'm Madchild new king of scalp crushing confusion
Demons dress to kill but it's an optical illusion
This is
Target, large up
From Roman disc days to start-up
I take pride in what I do, it's why I've got a laptop
I do it every day, I've gotta hit the jackpot
let’s go flex , I just skirt off pull off drive way now I’m in a vet
(Verse 1)
Broke you too damn caught up I can’t beef about you bitch I’m too busy
But that's just the Hennessy talking I'm not in the right state of mind
Cup runneth over im drunk baby I need you to drive
Cause I can't right now
you became a disc jockey
I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live
And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone
Living easy-peasy, breezy
to our ride
Can't get nude
Cuz we're outside
Floor it again
Gonna drive real far
Oh no we just totalled our car
Impound lot is where we at
Don't have money
risk
She say she wanna drive the boat
But can she drive stick?
My boat got five percеnt tints, you can't see through it
I had to post on the gram to flex
off Limewire with worms
Now the cooling fans sound like a timed dryer at worst
Oh shit my C: Drive's full I need a bigger D
Storage drive bro I don't
He drives all damn day 'til it's half past late
All across the country near you
Yeah, he's plowin', plowin' through a field near you
Thousand acre job
open, 432
Wrote you 19 messages and I can see you didn't read them so I'll say it again
Got my phone in my hand and it's 3 AM gonna drive all night
back, blasted, do me something
When it comes to you, me and this rap shit
I'm quick to tooly up
My style, my fly, my weather
Yeah I drive high plus fly
a zip lock
From Spazzola to this purest form of Hip Hop
Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied
Load data for the disc drive
Christ is still alive
I'm waiting for Him to arrive
And interactive courier above all multimedia
Optical holography
Have no faith in what you see
(What
Jesus Christ is still alive
I'm waiting for Him to arrive
And interactive courier above all multimedia
Optical holography:
Have no faith in what you
up?)
Big ballin MC
And E
[ Breed ]
Erotic got the beats
Drive your ass psychotic
(That's right)
(Who there on the hook, bitch, look)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Trip
Just another blue eyes
Cryin’ in the rain
Just another minor chord
That the band plays
Sunday mornin’ drive
Couldn’t get through the line
Listeners
soup
Aight fuck my soup
Lighters to the roof
Rockstar fuck a booth
I don’t want a roof unless I drive with boof
Don’t want see my tooth
I see my truth (I
trip; that major
Planted in your rib, that made ya
U rolled a gram ina wood. not me
Rub on the clit ima disc. jockey
It's coming down in a tsunami
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