Dave My 27th Birthday Lyrics
White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film
Hero and villain, I’m playing both
And the script worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan reading
The constant overachieving, I know
I ain’t as rich as them people with old money, but
I didn’t know money, they mock me online
For speaking up on all of our issues and being vocal
The shit that I see on socials
But how can I stay silent when, when
I’m out in Barbados, white people mistreating locals
The villa in Jamaica but it’s owned by the Chinese
Head to the right beach and they’re charging us 5 each
They say the Caribbean paradise like, why leave?
But how can I be silent when there’s blood on the pine trees?
Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees
Before I find love, I’m just praying I find peace
Before I find love, I’m just praying I find peace
You know what I believe, I don’t know if I handled it well
It’s fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinking Fanta as well?
I can see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself
I cried about slavery then went to Dubai with my girl
Surely, I ain’t part of the problem, I lie to myself
Jewels that my people died for, a sign of my wealth
My work is a physical weight on my life and my health
The last couple years feel like I been inside on a shelf
I just phoned Cench, and I said, “You inspired myself”
I don’t feel a spot a jealousy inside of myself
But when I’m all alone, I won’t lie in question myself
Am I self-destructive? Am I doing the best of myself?
I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself
Like, “Why don’t you post pictures or why don’t you drop music?
Or why not do something but sitting and stressing yourself?”
Ten years I been in the game and I won’t lie, it’s getting difficult
This shit used to be spiritual
We don’t need no commentators, we can leave that to the sports
Just listen to the music, why’d you need somebody’s thoughts?
And some of it constructive but the most of it is forced
And why we count the numbers? How’d the music make you feel?
I’m just being real
White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film
Hero and villain, I’m playing both
And the script worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations
I’m throwing money at woman in different denominations
And killing the conversation
All them people told me keep grinding, be patient
It’s weird being famous tryna navigate spaces
Feel like a celebrity but, you ain’t on the A-list
And you never drop, so you ain’t really on the playlist
But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces
America feels so close that you can taste it
2017 was tryna make it to the ranges
2025 I’m tryna make it to the Grainges’
How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers?
That we’ve already met, and I’ve known her for ages?
How do I explain because I’m running outta pages
How do I explain South London and its dangers?
Can’t recall the last time that we was all together, but
All I can remember the Olympics was in Beijing
Move to Dubai, that’s for the taxes that they take in
Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach
But how can I explain to my kids that it’s fake wind?
Free, but I’m broke, had me feeling like I’m caged in
How do I explain £2 got you eight wings?
How do I explain my opps lost but we ain’t win?
Girls I’m around had surgery on their hips
How do I explain that I love her the way she is?
How do I explain my feelings on having kids?
That wasn’t what it was, but it is what it is
How do I explain my **** are in the hood?
And they don’t ask for nothing even though they know they could
‘Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on they own
How do I explain these messages on my phone?
I just got a call, my girl sitting in the car
And it says Serge, but Serge with us in the car
I know I might sound like from a villain from afar
How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick
Or why she calling me when I don’t even own a whip?
Because my license is revoked, I mean, how do I explain
That I don’t wanna heal ’cause my identity is pain?
How do I explain? I mean, how do I explain?
I went and hit the streets because I didn’t want a boss
I ended up a worker I was barely getting paid
For someone that was two years above me in my age
I didn’t even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?
Fifty-two miles from Marseille, I’m in Miraval
Four years, seventeen days I ain’t been around
I can’t lie, even shocks me that I’m still around
I can’t lie, even shocks me how I’m living now
Staring at this Rachel Jones painting, I’m sitting down
The last thing I drew was a weapon, I’m living wild
Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I’m still a child
In this house out in Central London I can barely afford
Six months sober, and I feel like I’m Dave again
Drinking all my pain and my sorrows away again
I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs
Next two years, I’ll be looking at 80 M’s
Who’s the best artist in the world? I’m saying Tems
Maybe James Blake or Jim on the day, depends
Let’s see who quits, now we ain’t getting paid again
I’m just here drinking liquor by myself
Is my music just becoming a depiction of my wealth
Never trust a girl who’s lock screen’s a picture of a herself
I had to learn that shit myself
Now I’m sitting by myself with no girl
Like shit, I really did this to myself
Twenty-seven and I’m terrified of living by myself
‘Cause there’s a kid inside myself, I haven’t healed
And me and him debate each other
I can’t love myself, I’m made from two people that hate each other
My parents, couldn’t even save each other, made each other unhappy
Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn’t matter
You supplying it or not, sling a shot
I could’ve really killed a giant with a rock
But that’s a life that I forgot
And my young boys are sliding over what?
I don’t know ’cause I ain’t spoke to ’em in time
Ain’t afraid of getting older, scared of being left behind
And then I, and then I question
Will I live my life in resent?
Is anybody ever going to take my kindness for strength?
I gave Tisha the world, it weren’t enough and then she went
Everybody’s making content, but nobody’s content
Safe space, can I vent? It crept up
My girl cheated on me when I was next up
It made me want it even more, man, it’s messed up
I still walk around the Vale with my chest out
I don’t wanna leave my house because I’m stressed out
You done me dirty, and you didn’t even tell a lie
It ain’t about what you said, it’s what you left out
My whole life I’ve been feeling like I’m left out
If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her
And if she fuck another man, she said she stepped out
And if you asking ’bout Dave, they say the best out
And I survived all these eras cah I barely made any
I’m just speaking how I feel
Fucked up, speaking how I feel
Recording to the morning, I ain’t even had a meal
I dropped Joanie home and fell asleep behind the wheel
Driving at 100 an hour, I switched gears
I ain’t spoke to 169 in six years
Don’t even get me started on, this shit’s weird
Call me what you want but with music, I’m sincere
You wanna know the reason it’s taking me four years
It’s not ’cause I’m surrounded by yes-men and sycophants
It’s ’cause I’m with producers and people that give a damn
It’s me who’s gotta carry the pressure, I live with that
All I thought about is the song we could give the fans
When I was out there getting stood up by artists I’m bigger than
I don’t want no girls around with my nieces they visit man
They might see the way that I’m living, I figure that
I wanna to be a good man
But I wanna to be myself too
And I don’t think that I can do both, so I can’t let her too close
It hurts but I’m still moving
Feel like it’s me vs me, and I’m still losing
Yo, my boy, it’s Josiah, what you saying?
You know man had to check you on your fucking birthday, my boy
More life, my guy
Man soon out, don’t even watch that
What you saying, though, bro?
I know you got space on one of them eight minute, nine minute tracks to give man a shout out
Tell the people in my story
The man’dem already know what I was on, the man’dem know my ting
Come on, bro
I know you got me
Lastly, my sis, Tamar, I beg you check in with her please, make sure she’s bless
While I’m gone, make sure she’s safe
Oi, soon home my boy, love