Designated Driver - Grace Gardner

This bitch was a thot, from the get go Let's get to some facts fuck the intro If I gave the drop You would be dead Ain't no one give a fuck, bout that info (GRRRRRRTT) Your na a bitch in the city He can't even go back to his block, IT'S TRUE Big energy for that nigga that beat you, OW Tell that nigga go slide on his OPPS You were known in the hood, when I met you Trap house on your knees, getting ran through Top 5 say he smoking on PAULY, WOW Pussy apologized to that man too. I don't gotta cap I talk straight facts Come through put your pic, on my shirt back You were pushing pussy out the condo And ya Shit never sold, cause that shit WACK That's SAD Seen a clip you sucking dick for a change Put a pussy on blast, If I must Niggas didn't wanna hit on your birthday But, breeze coulda been in em guts, SORRY BREEZE Can't fuck with a bitch With a stench Cheap chain, left a ring on my neck, IT DID Thought theres only 9 lives To a pussy The pussy done fucked the whole Rex She got battried All through the city She a cap star I made her litty Can't fuck with a PUS Who won't ride for his pops I put up my 20 And SPLITTY Dead beat tryna make it through you He out here writing bitch tunes Next time he up writing your lines Tell that nigga try stick to the truth Say you worked telly Say you on welly Tell 'em you did fraud for ya boobs How you Out of a spot Getting paid to suck cock How your nigga be fucking on you Ya man 36 He just bought that whip HOE, y'all just shared a rental If I'm being real There's lots I can tell I just gave a fuck bout, ya mental Glad I got benched If we in the feds Shorty would, Sing like a fiddle Bitch is Just mad Cuz she caught her man Watching my Ass, how it jiggle Shorty, can't even live her fucking truth Tryna tell mine I ain't got my g2 But My situation changeable Bitch You stuck in your's I ain't even talk on the bitch, you coming with straight cap You was really in the telly baby I really live good, Ain't no fucking rentals over here Yellow tape Who, Bitch you from Brampton Like The Fuck I was scared to share my lipgloss with you I had a designated lipgloss just for you Give drops, you ain't no fucking threat

Uh see from adunno, we live inna di last days, di intellectual god know, Seh revelation unfold . U noe a Jesus can walk pon di streets ago, (ohh yeahhhha yeah ho) Yehh what mi seh . fi di whole a dem I man pray Listen What mi seh yagga yow! God ah come in any minute anytime now So where are you gonna hide? where are you ah go run now? , Beta seek a di father trhough di song now, Youth man just go bow(yaga yoo), Look around all man dem dying, While in Babylon dem just lying, But wat yuh gonna do when he come back, God he leads yuh Man he lives Jesus Christ, what will he do, so what yuh gonna do? Don t take di mark of di beast mark of di beast yo yo! Pray and balling fi peace , What are yuh gonna do my friend now, so what are you gonna do my friend now, what you gonna do When Jesus comes back again and he lives(yaga yo yeah ay ay) Long time mi ah tell dem wakeup Long time mi ah tell dem shake up. Nuff ah dem move so corrupt, But the clock keep di ticky way tick tok, Anytime now Thought the clock it couda stop. I want to now where yuh will end up, U don t, u don t have jesus Inna hell fire it a deh yuh ah go drown.yu yu yu yo so wat yuh gonn doo) You you you you! Seh what yuh gonna do do dodo When God lives. and when he leads yuh Man he leads you. youuuuuuuuuuuu Yagga yo yagga yeh! yeh what mi seh Hey for di ghetto youths di pray Cau dey dont stray. Ohhh ahhhh I asked the father why? whyyy? So much of our generations die... dieee. It brings tears to my eyes, tears to my eyes, yaga yo But Then I hear the father say... I give yuh my words to obey, Yuh need Jesus in your life, Your liiiife oh my friends seek CHRIST, For he comes back now And he leads you And he leads Intellectual God now .anyone dem. ye yeh

You're gonna call me on it one of these days Why I don't respond when you mention her name When our friends see you together, showered in acclaim Hydroplaning on a neighborhood lane Why are we listening to this playlist in my car? The one she made for you of songs I think are subpar Looking for excuses to pull you into a sidebar Pull you into my arms Find a way back in your heart That's not you You wanted someone with a little more life in them That's not you Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned That's not you You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind That's not you That's not you Summer's end scraped my knees Puts me through the wringer to come out clean A salmon sky every night But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink I don't want to talk to you anymore I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door Silent on the steps Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor They always said you don't end up with the girl For whom you stop the world Is there a part of you that's a little concerned Or am I finishing this race a poor third? You're painting her nails off to the side of the function We're watching a movie that needs no introduction We're singing and dancing and she's acting sunken She doesn't know it, I'm not trying to pass judgement, but That's not you You wanted someone with a little more life in them That's not you Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned That's not you You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind That's not you That's not you Summer's end scraped my knees Puts me through the wringer to come out clean A salmon sky every night But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink I don't want to talk to you anymore I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door Silent on the steps Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor (Fuck you for wearing my clothes when she takes them off) (Why couldn't you tell me when you'd caught your own fall?) (Fuck you for making me bleed out on the balcony) (And moving forward to loving someone who looks just like me) A pissed off part of me wants to open a wound Postpone the visit I planned and not ever follow through Angry is something so easy to be When I see you, cue the fumes I'm a short lit fuse that fuels off of agony That's not you I'm going off assumptions, or maybe I don't know you at all That's not you If you were coming around, you wouldn't let me face plant when I fall That's not you I could've given you everything she does and so much more Maybe it's you Maybe it's you