Dave - My 27th Birthday (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Dave - My 27th Birthday (en) Lyrics
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White fish on the coast of the
Caribbean, my life is a film
Hero and villain, I'm playin'
both in the script
Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher
Nolan readin'
The constant overachievin', I know
I ain't as rich as them people with
old money, but I didn't know money
They mock me online for speakin'
up on all of our issues
And bein' vocal, the shit
that I see on socials
But how can I stay silent when, when
I'm out in Barbados, white
people mistreatin' locals
The villa in Jamaica, but it's
owned by the Chinese
Head to the right bеach and they're
chargin' us five еach
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
prayin' 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
drinkin' Fanta as well?
I could 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 die for
are a sign of my wealth
My work is a physical weight
of my life and my health
The last couple years, felt like
I been inside on a shelf
I just phoned Cench, and I said,
"You inspired myself"
I don't feel a spot of jealousy
inside of myself
But when I'm all alone, I won't
lie, I question myself
Am I self-destructive? Am I
doin' the best for 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 somethin' but sittin'
and stressin' yourself?
Ten years I been in the game and I
won't lie, it's gettin' difficult
This shit used to be spiritual
We don't need no commentators, we
could leave that to the sports
Just listen to the music, why do
you need somebody's thoughts?
And some of it constructive,
but most of it is forced
And why we countin' the numbers,
how the music make you feel?
I'm just bein' real
Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood
nominations
I'm throwin' money at women in
different denominations and
killin' the conversation
All them people told me, "Keep
grindin', be patient"
It's weird bein' famous, tryna
navigate the spaces
Feel like a celebrity, but
you ain't on the A-list
And you never drop, so you ain't
really on a 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 runnin' out of 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 takin'
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, have me
feelin' like I'm caged in
How do I explain two pounds
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 it wasn't what it was,
but it is what it is
How do I explain my niggas
are in the hood?
And they don't ask for nothin' even
though they know they could
'Cause they rather trap, rob
and get it on their own
How do I explain these
messages on my phone?
I just got a call, my girl's
sittin' in the car
And it says "Serge", but Serge
with us in the car
I know I might sound like
a villain from afar
How do I explain that my
mechanic is a chick?
Or why she callin' me when I
don't even own a whip because
my licence 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 gettin' 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 Marseilles,
I'm in Miraval
Four years, seventeen days,
I ain't been around
I can't lie, it even shocks
me that I'm still around
I can't lie, it even shocks
me how I'm livin' now
Starin' at this Rachel Jones
paintin', I'm sittin' down
The last thing I drew was a
weapon, I'm livin' 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
Drinkin' all my pain and
my sorrows away again
I got withdrawal symptoms,
but they happen at ATMs
Next two years, I'll be
lookin' at eighty M's
Who's the best artist in the
world? I'm sayin' Tems
Maybe James Blake or Jim,
on the day, depends
Let's see who quits now we ain't
gettin' paid again, yeah
I'm just here drinkin'
liquor by myself
Is my music just becomin' a
depiction of my wealth?
Never trust a girl whose lock screen's
a picture of herself, I
had to learn that shit myself
Now I'm sittin' by myself with
no girl, like, shit, I really
did this to myself
Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin'
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 supplyin' 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 slidin' over what?
I don't know 'cause I ain't
spoke to him in time
Been afraid of gettin' older,
scared of bein' left behind
And then I, and then I question,
will I live my life in resent?
Is anybody ever gonna take
my kindness for strength?
I gave Tisha the world, it weren't
enough and then she went
Everybody's makin' 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 her 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 been feelin'
like I'm left out
If you fuck another girl, she
say you cheated on her
And if she fuck another man,
she say she stepped out
And if you askin' 'bout Dave,
they say, "The best out"
Yeah, and I survived all these
eras cah I barely made any,
I'm just speakin' how I feel
Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel
Recordin' till the morning,
I ain't even had a meal
I dropped Joni home and fell
asleep behind the wheel
Drivin' at a hundred 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
taken 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 was the song
we could give the fans
When I was out there gettin' stood
up by artists I'm bigger than
I don't want no girls around when
my nieces, they visit man
They might see the way that
I'm livin', I figured that
I wanna be a good man, but
I wanna 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 movin',
feel like it's me versus
me and I'm still losin'
Yo, my boy, it's Josiah,
what you sayin'?
You know man had to check you on
your fuckin' birthday, my boy
More life, my guy
Man soon out, don't even watch that
What you sayin', though, bro?
I know you got space on one of them eight-
minute, nine-minute tracks to give man
a shoutoutTell the people dem my story
Dem man already know what I was
on, the mandem know my ting
Come on, bro, I know you got me
Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah
I beg you check in with her, please,
make sure she's blessed
While I'm gone, make sure she's safe
Ayy, soon home, my boy, love
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