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]