Dave – Our 25th Birthday Lyrics

Dave Our 25th Birthday Lyrics, Central Cee Our 25th Birthday Lyrics

Maybe I’m cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missing on you
Maybe I’m cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missing on you

We elevated we don’t have to trap harder
Now my back garden same size as battersea park
I ain’t putting no suit and tie on, I turned down the met gala
Mum kicked me out, to be fair I was beefing my step father
I put her on first class, would’ve thought I was Jack Harlow
I was eating beans out the tin now it’s avocados
I’m in Cape Town roof down, playing Amapiano
Dave got 9 in the Sprinter, I’m tryna pack the Viano
I park wherever I want, like fuck a ticket inspector
I’m your typical rapper, fucking bitches my pleasure
Money hoes and the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser
My akhs still in the trap on the 25th of the December
That girl is a hoe but I won’t judge ‘cos I’m a slag as well
Spend a couple bills on aperol spritz up in Bagatelle
Put food on the scale & Hit the strip if the rapping fails
I was OT, I was bashing over brazzers
Think I’m boujie I ain’t pressing girls in fashionova dresses
Argue with my ex going back and forth over texts’
Baby I won’t lie, if ur mine I’m over possessive
Broke, smoking until the roach, I was stressing
Collect my tears, you could fill a pool and breaststroke in it
I started getting used to the mice I just stepped over them
At the BFA I knew they’d hate the dress code I’m in
2 kilogram chain and It’s making my neck swole a bit

My youngin got caught wid da crack, he’s tapped cos he swallowed it
Keep the shoes intact, had to give em back cos I borrowed them
Made it out the hood I might go enrol to a college
And get a uni degree just to show my mum that I’m sorry
For all the times she was setting them rules I never obeyed
New crib come with a chef and a maid
Get hit at a close range, that’s if you’re over the gate
Retire now be rich the rest of my days

Maybe I’m cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missing on you
Maybe I’m cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missing on you

Elevation, forever Patient
I’ve been on my seven nation army ting, Ferrari with the white stripes
No lullabies inna my life
This turbulence rock a n**** to sleep in my night flights
My life’s like I’m doing the most
But I still feel I ain’t doing enough
I don’t know who I can trust
If I’m buying Chanel bags for these women that I don’t like
Then just imagine what im doing for the woman I love
Red Cheeks whenever I’m with strippers that shit look like a clown face
I tell a n**** cut to the clout chase
Being broke I can feel that, mummy had to squeeze in to the flats
Like she was borrowing some shoes & her heels snapped
I gotta put dollars on pages
No religion in the trap, it’s creed three, feel like I’m Jonathan Majors
Before I got it on stages, I got it in stages
I’m Ivan Toney with the way they watching my wages
You fat fucker, made 5K it’s just me and my black cutter
These chains two kilos, should be working with black butter
Festivals, I’m making 5 mill on a bad summer
My summers are good never mind
Women doing crb checks on a search engine, I can’t catch no breaks
So many ways to die you think we’re going off old age?
I ain’t going off a women addiction
I got body dysmorphia a figure addiction

Our bread different don’t lie on my name
My tax 787 like I’m flying a n****
Don’t even worry I done dropped tears
Took a loss and had to drop tiers, made it all back and hit the top tier
For 8 years, good morning Britain I had to change piers
Rocky balboa different fights and same stares
Cars like drinks, don’t leave them unattended in Mayfair
For times I couldn’t cover the train fare
It’s Oysters, the Oyster Perpetual, the women incredible
The work’s seminal, had to change my number on a low
I’m too accessible
I coulda fucked a flight attendant but she just too professional
Are you a virgin or you work for them?
A lot of n***** chase clout but I guess it’s what works for them
We’re 25, living like this was our second life
I see the pressure rise, everybody looking to me when it’s time to get it right
And we can’t even get to write
It’s time I get a life, it’s time I get a wife
Shot caller, robbed n***** and ended up in hot water
But you take what you can get when it was cold showers, no powers
Had to give myself my own flowers
Sitting at the top and n***** so sour

You know, yeah !!

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  • Written by: Dave, Central Cee
  • Album: Split Decision
  • Released: 2023