The Drive of Your Life

[Intro: George The Poet]
Just missed that biker
Almost hit that Nissan Micra
2pm, is it truly them, in the new BM?
But you whip that like a Porsche
Yeah, whip that like a Porsche
Cut through the wind like biker shorts
The life of sorts
But the swag's more like biker clothes
Speed camera, strike a pose
Or try compose yourself
I propose that you slow down
Put on a show for the whole town
You're not a chauffeur you roll round
With two passengers
Too gassed and just wanna celebrate but you've gotten over
Ruffclaat Rock 'N' Roll star
Or should I say Rock 'N' Road star
Lock 'N' load star
Show them you ain't forgotten [?]
True, man came from a rotten culture
Pray for the dead but you're not a vulture
You did what you had to do
Tell anyone you had to lose is too bad for you is kinda sad for true
But Mumsie and Sister are glad for you
Everyone in the ends is mad for you
The lord couldn't find a dad for you
And that weren't left up for debate
So you stepped up to the plate
Been patient but impatient
No way you could have kept up with the wait
So you got the weight up, gaining pounds
Now it's a big splash when you're raining down
Said it weren't shower they're hittin em now [?]

[Hook: Mikill Pane] x 2
This was your advice:"Do us right
Even if somebody says it's wrong."
You told me that I shouldn't stop for anyone
This will be the drive of your life
When you let me turn the engine on
I promise that your worries will be dead and gone

[Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
Just got a brand new BM
Picked up my mum and sister, I'm glad to see them
Driving with a damn good feeling
I even told the cop that stopped me to have a good weekend
You manage to stay on your toes somehow
'I'll be there when you slip' he said
I would've thought he'd know me by now
But I appear to be Simply Red to the Boys In Blue
Mum says 'Howcome these silly checks aren't annoying you?'
I avoid the truth
Tell her if they like hanging with me then I can enjoy it too
She thinks the pigs harrass me
She doesn't know that anybody fiends to catch me
But she's certain that my car is German
And when the tank's filled to the brim with gas, lean

[Bridge]
I just want her to feel this velocity
Lost my father and I see the way it hurts
Life goes on and she still means a lot to me
Got my car out driving and I say to her

[Hook] x 2

[Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
Spinning in my black on black BM
And in the passenger seat is my dear old mum
My sister's in the back and I have to tell them
To fasten their seatbelts as gears go up
Then the roof comes down and to the engine's delight
I'm doing it proud on the M25
It growls and it seems to say:
"Motherfucker I got more horsepower than a steeplechase"
Put my tyres through the rain but they do what they can
And I'm stuck to the lane like Superman
Too rapid to care, in fact
When I look in the mirror Lewis Hamilton's staring back
On a personal best and not a second lane passed
So I firmly pressed on the accelerator
Just to see if I can push the car any harder
But F1 is just a formula for disaster

[Bridge]

[Hook] x 2

[Bridge #2] x 2
Time's the biggest healer that you have
But when you use it to divide the distance we can do the maths
All your grieving made you sick I think you need a bit of fun with me
All I wanted for you is the speediest recovery

[Hook]