Brand New Delorean (feat. Timezone LaFontaine)
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system, couldn't wait to hit 'em
With the futuristic sadistic sick shit a misfit's been obsessed with
Move dick, get out the way
I'm doin' 88 in the slow lane, no shame in my road rage
In my old age, I blow haze on this soul train
No cocaine, just a flux capacitor and an old flame
Hopin' we make it home safe
This whole place amazingly crazy
Me, Candy, Lawless and KC
So hot, gotta turn up the AC
Bassy tape deck bumpin' Always Into Something
Always legit, so you know I ain't sayin' nothin
Turn the subs up as I cruise through
Middle fingers up like screw you
Imma move you, soothe you with the sounds of the Kill Krew
Turn the system up cause we don't give a fuck
Tell you, go ahead and call the cops
Cause I'm that punk going nuts doing donuts in the parking lot
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Shotgun called in the brand new fly ride
Move on up to the eastside highrise
We deluxe like a penthouse suite
Broadcast uplink send out beats
Doc Hollywood, Timezone LaFontaine
Wheels coldblooded, style insane
Keep your lips zipped till you're ready to spit
Like a veteran, better than the regular shit
Keep heads centering, heat that's simmering
Chrome on the rims, we rolling, shimmering
Joint in one hand, other hand sloe gin
Par for the course for the kid from Old Djinn
Hold it, uh, what, wait one minute
Heads spinning, we just beginning
Now I've got to slow it down because that's how we roll in town
Hold it now, underground, come around, stunning sound
Cashing checks, dashcam bet
Catching cops and snapping necks
Cruising slow til it's time to go
Leaving trails of flame in the road
Accelerate to 88 mph, we'll catch you lates
Punks not dead at all my man, I really thought you knew bout that
Now what you think you're gonna tell the Hollywood Kill Krew bout that?
And how do you suppose you're going to maintain your composure
When we're providing closure to careers of MC posers?
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system, couldn't wait to hit 'em
With the futuristic sadistic sick shit a misfit's been obsessed with
Move dick, get out the way
I'm doin' 88 in the slow lane, no shame in my road rage
In my old age, I blow haze on this soul train
No cocaine, just a flux capacitor and an old flame
Hopin' we make it home safe
This whole place amazingly crazy
Me, Candy, Lawless and KC
So hot, gotta turn up the AC
Bassy tape deck bumpin' Always Into Something
Always legit, so you know I ain't sayin' nothin
Turn the subs up as I cruise through
Middle fingers up like screw you
Imma move you, soothe you with the sounds of the Kill Krew
Turn the system up cause we don't give a fuck
Tell you, go ahead and call the cops
Cause I'm that punk going nuts doing donuts in the parking lot
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Shotgun called in the brand new fly ride
Move on up to the eastside highrise
We deluxe like a penthouse suite
Broadcast uplink send out beats
Doc Hollywood, Timezone LaFontaine
Wheels coldblooded, style insane
Keep your lips zipped till you're ready to spit
Like a veteran, better than the regular shit
Keep heads centering, heat that's simmering
Chrome on the rims, we rolling, shimmering
Joint in one hand, other hand sloe gin
Par for the course for the kid from Old Djinn
Hold it, uh, what, wait one minute
Heads spinning, we just beginning
Now I've got to slow it down because that's how we roll in town
Hold it now, underground, come around, stunning sound
Cashing checks, dashcam bet
Catching cops and snapping necks
Cruising slow til it's time to go
Leaving trails of flame in the road
Accelerate to 88 mph, we'll catch you lates
Punks not dead at all my man, I really thought you knew bout that
Now what you think you're gonna tell the Hollywood Kill Krew bout that?
And how do you suppose you're going to maintain your composure
When we're providing closure to careers of MC posers?
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Bumpin' the system in my brand new Delorean
Brand new Delorean, Brand new Delorean
Credits
Writer(s): Czech Norris
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