OKAE - Drive Lyrics

Couple of problems I'm never talking out
Dead on the floor and nobody chalk it out
25p for the beef the quarter pound
Special indefinite the final round of the slaughter house
Steal the vinyl import the sound
Fuel the violence enormous crowds
Gather in masses to splat your cortex on gorgeous towels
More about spitting than living so let me pour it out (Shit)
Let me pour it out
Money was the code so let me sort it out
Let me sort it out
Said you produce hard man that's the Diamond D
Shine in me
Now she Mos Definitely Climbing me
I got assortments of highs from imported to dried
And benz, score, q, f*ck it just sort me a price
A bourbon normal with ice
War with the Ty
Son might till I'm lord of the mikes
Ordered a nice three.5 for the guys
Slight slice of my life
Knocked back with the blems
And we go for a drive
For a drive
(For a drive)
(For the drive)
(It's just for the drive)