Drive
P.T.P（Pay money to my pain） Lyrics

Fuckers
An expletive to express disdain or irritation

Rap attack 50
A reference to 50 Cent's album 'Get Rich or Die Tryin'', implying a similar sentiment towards the value of success

Goddamn
An expression of frustration or anger

W, M, A
Initials that serve no significance to the lyrics

Bare no sin
To lack any wrongdoing or blame in a situation

W, M
Repeating of initials, again serving no significance to the lyrics

Come on, ma, can I borrow the keys?
Asking for permission to use a car, possibly from a family member

My generation is carpooling with doom and disease
The artist's generation is faced with environmental issues and health concerns related to transportation

Buckle up, skipper, the new American Asterix
An allusion to the French comic book character, implying that the artist is invincible while in a car

You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascareth
An expression of religious belief or faith in the driver's ability

At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s, 365 horses
Regardless of social status, we all sit in cars with wheels and horsepower

No horse shit with nothing but a learning permit
The artist is not lying, they only have a permit for driving

Delinquents on the Autobahn poppin' our airbags off, worthless
Young adults recklessly driving on a German highway, resulting in popped airbags

I'm not depressed, man, I'm just a fucking New Yorker
The singer's negative attitude towards driving is just a product of being from New York

Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
The singer doesn't enjoy sitting in traffic with other drivers

I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest
The artist will be in an old, beat-up car with a woman giving him oral sex

And howl at the glowing moon roof, as proof that I'm not dead yet
The artist yells through the open sunroof to show that they're still alive

And y'all can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the meantime
The singer doesn't care about the fancy car, they are happy with what they have

I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er, this is the El-Product summer
The singer will modify their car to be as cool as a Formula One racer

With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no VIN number
The car's color is a silvery gray and it has no VIN number, possibly indicating that it is stolen

Drive, drive, drive
An instruction to start driving

Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine"
The artist gets in their old car and feels free to go wherever they want

Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
The singer is playing their own music in the car

Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
The artist doesn't need a fancy car to be happy

Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
Get in the car and drive quickly, but be safe

Cars slide by with the booming system
Cars with loud sound systems drive past

Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using Christians
The city is chaotic, like a warzone, and some drivers use religious symbols as part of their car's decoration

Posted up for the gods of oil mining
The artist is driving recklessly, as if they are racing for the sake of oil companies

In a military Humvee with no bullet proof siding
The artist is referring to another driver who is in a military-style car without protection

(Sorry, guys)
Apologizing for the random comment about the military vehicle

Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked walkin' nervous
The singer is from Brooklyn and feels trapped and anxious

When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
The artist is referring to a time when transportation was shut down due to a curfew

This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
The artist is afraid and feeling like Hunter S. Thompson, a writer known for writing about excessive drug use and alcoholism

With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
The artist is experiencing a strange and unsettling situation with their lawyer

You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
The singer sees car windows as harmful and not protective

For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
The artist is having trouble breathing due to air pollution and needs more than air fresheners to fix it

There ain't no easy pass, hands on the dash
There are no shortcuts, and the singer should keep their hands on the dashboard

You'll get rocked in the Casbah if the movement's too fast
If the car goes too fast, the singer will be in danger

Here come the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin
The singer is referring to other drivers who are driving recklessly and need to be avoided

The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected
A reference to the film 'Days of Thunder', implying danger is approaching soon

Paranoid brethren disable their on star knowing they'll trace us
People who are paranoid about being tracked by their car's OnStar system disable it

Pull us over and shout, "Get out the car"
The police pull the singer over and demand that they get out of their car

These TV thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
The singer is saying that fake gangsters are no different than a fictional love bug character

It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
It's easy to see that fake gangsters aren't successful or going anywhere in life

I'll wrap your promo truck with a Nambla stencil
The artist will vandalize a promotional truck with a reference to the North American Man/Boy Love Association

To prove that you're fucking babies frontin' up in a rental
The artist is accusing someone of pretending to be someone they're not, and doing so in a rental car

I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
The singer knew someone who drove recklessly

And fuel injected a speedball on his way to Atlantic City
The artist's acquaintance was under the influence of drugs while driving

Out the race before even making his mark
The acquaintance didn't get very far before crashing and getting into trouble

And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
The acquaintance's car is now impounded in long-term parking and they can't retrieve it

My triple A card has one too many initials
The singer's car insurance card has too many unnecessary letters

And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
The artist is driving under the influence and swerving

About to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
The artist is about to crash like the fictional character Toonces

But love for the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
Even though the singer is driving recklessly, their love for racing is what has kept them alive

Camu was like fuck it, just keep the beats dirty dusty
A reference to rapper Camu Tao, who told P.T.P to keep their music gritty and raw

I grabbed the CB radio like, 10/4 good buddy
The artist references CB radio communication, which was common among truckers and other drivers in the past

I'll keep running the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance
The artist will keep racing, even in difficult or dangerous conditions, because they have insurance

Don't cover leaving behind the pit crew that love me, so I drive
The artist drives because they have people who care about them and depend on them