Letra de My 27th Birthday - Dave

(Everything's fine)

Look

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 beach and they're chargin' us five 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 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

(Alright)

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 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?

Yeah

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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