lirik lagu dave - my 27th birthday (vinyl edition)

[intro]
(everything’s fine)
yeah

[verse 1]
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 sh~t 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 thе right beach and they’re chargin’ us fivе 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 prayin’ i find peace
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 f~ck 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 on 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 sh~t 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
[verse 2]
yeah
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 oscar and hollywood nominations
i’m throwin’ money at women in different denominations and k!llin’ the conversation
all them people told me, “keep grindin’, be patient”
it’s weird bein’ famous, tryna navigate the sp~ces
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 n~ggas 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?
[verse 3]
yeah
fifty~two miles from m~rs~illes, 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
he don’t love music, so he ain’t gettin’ played again
hair gettin’ thinner every time that i shave again
and i can’t tell if this time’s stress or it’s age again
what do you wanna watch? she’s on a different page again
does this television have the channel my rage again?
started at a hippodrome bar with a couple of tings
roulette spins, felt high off a couple of wins
drunk at the table like i feel lucky today
a good hand is god’s way of sayin’ he loves me today, it’s f~cked up
yeah, i’m f~cked 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 sh~t’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 d~mn
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
you see, 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’

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