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Drive
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drive was released on September 27, 2019 by QUINTIC as a part of the album Campfire
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Release DateSeptember 27, 2019
LabelQUINTIC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM113

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucy Camp
Lucy Camp
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luz Clarita Campusano
Luz Clarita Campusano
Songwriter
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Anthony Red
Peter Anthony Red
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You wouldn't trust me to drive
[Verse 2]
I down down hard liquor, then I run off
I'm way past browned out now, must stop
No one's lookin' for me
At least no one that I love, uh
No one that I love, uh
No, I do not love ya
Yeah, I said a little bit of shit
But, hello, so what?
So does everybody when they're on the verge of throwin' up
[Verse 3]
Tellin' me to not visit again, when I wasn't even gonna
Wasn't even gonna
Thinkin' that I want ya when I, when I, when I don't bitch
I just downed a little Hen, oh, wait a sec, we both did
Now you're bendin' over, tryna give that body motion
I had to go get you out of that one, that was bullshit
Bullshit mistaken for devotion
There you go mistakin' my emotions
Nothin' 'bout this bed is made of roses
Dozin', oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!
[Verse 4]
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You couldn't trust me to drive
Why would you trust what I say?
Why would you trust what I say?
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You couldn't trust me to drive
Why would you trust what I say?
Why would you trust what I say?
[Verse 5]
Sendin' a full letter text message like I'm guilty
Truth is I got zero recollection, and it kills me
How you gonna tell me who I'm feelin', when I feel it?
I got bigger shoes, and you don't got the fuckin' feet to fill these
People like you only like to thrill seek
People like you only like the go downhill speed
You are not a saint
And you're the same as any person with a stain
They're painted on you to the point that you are filthy
[Verse 6]
Your guy is an idiot
But any moment, he'll see
You ain't lookin' pretty, and you're worryin' that he'll leave
I brought you to the kick back, bitch
You're the one that told us
You don't really care about what he'll think
Now he's pickin' us up in the late night
You were kissin' someone, but you love him at the same time
Bet you don't remember, cannot even walk a straight line
Treat me like whatever, 'cause you need someone to hate, right?
[Verse 7]
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You couldn't trust me to drive
Why would you trust what I say?
Why would you trust what I say?
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You couldn't trust me to drive
Why would you trust what I say?
Why would you trust what I say?
[Verse 8]
You wouldn't trust me to drive
You wouldn't trust me to drive
Next thing I know, feel the tubes down my throat
Can't move how I want, can't say what I need
Do I feel like if they don't take the tubes, that I'll choke
All everyone can do now is hope
'Cause if I don't make it, everyone's that waiting's gonna hate me
And I hate knowin' I'd be lettin' you down the most
[Verse 9]
So many I should'ves
And I should've
Stopped you that night, but I couldn't
So I didn't
Felt my lung collapse, and my light dimmin'
Somethin' in my eye spinnin'
Somethin' in the
Thought I saw
Somethin' in the sky grinnin'
[Verse 10]
It's just a break in my spine
It's just a cut to the skin
No more wastin' my time
'Cause now I'm gonna live
It's just a break in my spine
It's just a cut to the skin
No more wastin' my time
'Cause now I'm gonna live on
[Verse 11]
I'm gonna live on
I'm alive
What more could I want?
Live on
It's just a cut to the skin
Gonna live on
I'm alive
What more could I want?
[Verse 12]
I didn't drive, didn't, I didn't drive
I didn't, I didn't drive
I didn't, I didn't drive
[Verse 13]
It's just a break in my spine
It's just a cut to the skin
No more wastin' my time
'Cause now I'm gonna
It's just a break in my spine
It's just a cut to the skin
No more wastin' my time
'Cause now I'm gonna
Live
Written by: Luz Clarita Campusano, Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
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