Driving

Hop in, put my belt in the socket
 Lock it, and turn my jam on, I'm bopping
 Pull off (skrr) and breathe in the chronic
 Looking clean from the wheels to the bonnet
 Catch the sun out, yeah, it's looking like a hot day
 The M-way's slow, I gotta pave my own way
 The scenic route, for sure, as they all say
 Congestion charge? pfff, nah I won't pay
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 They won't find it, what I'm hiding
 Yeah
 You won't find what I'm hiding in my glove compartment
 '69 Pagoda, engine hardly starting
 Might whip out a Chevy', like I'm riding through Cali'
 I'll pull up and she'll get in, like what's up gally
 Countryside whippin. That's where your boy's at
 Ghost-riding got the driver seat drawn back
 Couple cows in the backseat chilling
 Sweet one in the passenger grinding and billing
 I'm rolling, 'til the sunrise
 Road Pitch black, Where the floodlights?
 5 guys in the car, yeah, that's not wise
 2-seater, might have to upsize
 Catch the sun out, yeah, it's looking like a hot day
 The M-way's slow, I gotta' pave my own way
 The scenic route, for sure, as they all say
 Congestion charge? pfff, nah I won't pay
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 They won't find it, what I'm hiding
 I gotta pass the test, I've been failing for too long
 I gotta' race past the rest, in any street I'm on
 I gotta pass the test, no major failures, None
 Gotta show them I'm the best
 J P Rose, North London
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
 I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
 100 miles-per-hour gliding
 You won't find it, what I'm hiding