Dave Lyrics
In his track “My 27th Birthday”, Dave delivers a profound and reflective rap that delves into themes of fame, remorse, love, and internal struggles. Combining heartfelt self-examination with sharp social insights, he addresses the sacrifices tied to success, emotional wounds, and the quest for tranquility. This song highlights Dave’s exceptional lyricism and candid vulnerability, reinforcing his reputation as one of the UK’s most thoughtful and compelling narrators.
The Boy Who Played The Harp album by Dave”/>Dave – My 27th Birthday Lyrics
Intro
Everything’s alright
Look
Verse 1
Fresh catch by the Caribbean shore, my life unfolds like cinema
Both protagonist and antagonist, I embody dual roles in this narrative
Fit for directors like Spielberg or Nolan to interpret
The relentless pursuit of excellence, I’m aware
Though I lack the legacy wealth of old money, I was once unfamiliar with riches
Critics online deride me for voicing our collective struggles
For speaking out against injustices I witness on social platforms
But how can I remain quiet when
In Barbados, locals face discrimination from tourists
A Jamaican villa owned by foreign investors
At the nearby beach, they charge us a premium
They call it a Caribbean haven, questioning why anyone would leave
Yet silence is impossible when the pine trees bear the stains of history
Many would trade their integrity for the right price
Before love finds me, I pray for inner calm
Before love finds me, I pray for inner calm
I’m aware of my beliefs, though I’m unsure if I’ve handled them well
I boycotted Coca-Cola, but did I also quit Fanta?
The pain bleeds through the verses I pen for myself
I lament slavery’s legacy, then jet off to Dubai with my partner
“Surely I’m not part of the problem,” I deceive myself
The gems my ancestors suffered for symbolize my success
My craft weighs heavily on my body and mind
The past few years felt like I was shelved, isolated
I called Cench, telling him he reignited my drive
Jealousy is absent within me
Yet in solitude, I question my choices
Am I self-sabotaging? Am I prioritizing my well-being?
I love music, but doubt other parts of myself
Why don’t I share photos? Or release new tracks?
Why remain stagnant, consumed by anxiety?
A decade in the industry, and it’s becoming tougher
This once spiritual journey
We don’t need critics; leave commentary to sports
Just absorb the music-why seek others’ opinions?
Some feedback is helpful, but much feels contrived
Why obsess over numbers when music’s impact matters?
I’m just being honest
(Alright)
Verse 2
Yeah
Fresh catch by the Caribbean shore, my life unfolds like cinema
Both hero and villain, I play dual roles in this story
Deserving of Oscars and Hollywood nods
I lavish women with cash in various bills, yet stifle meaningful talks
Many advised me to persevere and be patient
Fame is strange, navigating unfamiliar spaces
Feeling like a star, yet not quite A-list
No new releases, so absent from playlists
But fans’ love is evident in their eyes
America feels tantalizingly close
In 2017, I aimed for luxury cars
By 2025, I’m striving for prestigious estates
How do I explain that my soulmate feels like a stranger, though we’ve known each other forever?
How do I articulate this when I’m running out of pages?
How do I describe South London’s dangers?
I can’t recall the last time we gathered, but
I remember the Beijing Olympics vividly
Moving to Dubai for tax benefits
Or relocating to Qatar, feeling the ocean breeze
But how do I tell my children that the wind is artificial?
Free yet financially trapped
How do I explain that two pounds can buy eight wings?
How do I say my rivals lost, but we didn’t truly win?
The women around me have had cosmetic surgery
How do I express that I love her just as she is?
How do I share my thoughts on parenthood?
It wasn’t what I expected, but it is what it is
How do I explain my friends remain in the hood?
They don’t ask for help, though they could
Preferring to hustle and fend for themselves
How do I interpret the messages on my phone?
I just got a call; my girl’s waiting in the car
It says “Serge,” but Serge is with us
I might sound like a villain from afar
How do I explain my mechanic is a woman?
Or why she calls when I don’t even own a car, my license revoked?
How do I admit I resist healing because my identity is rooted in pain?
How do I explain, how do I explain?
I hit the streets to avoid bosses
Ended up a worker, barely earning
For someone just two years older than me
I didn’t find it odd-how do I explain?
Verse 3
Yeah
Fifty-two miles from Marseille, I’m in Miraval
Four years, seventeen days since I’ve been home
I’m honestly surprised I’m still here
I’m amazed at how I’m living now
Gazing at a Rachel Jones painting, I sit quietly
The last thing I sketched was a weapon; my life’s been wild
I turned twenty-seven but feel like a child
In this Central London flat I can barely afford
Six months sober, feeling like myself again
Drowning pain and sorrow in drinks once more
Withdrawal hits me at ATMs
In two years, I’ll be eyeing eighty million
Who’s the greatest artist globally? I say Tems
Maybe James Blake or Jim, depends on the day
Let’s see who quits when the pay stops
I’m here drinking alone
Is my music just a reflection of my wealth?
Never trust a girl whose lock screen is her own photo-I learned that the hard way
Now I’m alone, no partner, realizing I caused this
At twenty-seven, I fear living solo because a child inside me remains unhealed
He and I argue constantly
I struggle to love myself, born from two people who despised each other
My parents couldn’t save their marriage, only bred unhappiness
I used to find excitement in the block, but size doesn’t matter
Are you supplying or not? I could’ve toppled giants with a simple stone
But that life is behind me, and my young ones are sliding-why?
I don’t know, haven’t spoken in time
Afraid of aging, scared of being left behind
And then I wonder, will I live resentful?
Will anyone mistake my kindness for weakness?
I gave Tisha everything; it wasn’t enough, and she left
Everyone’s creating content, but no one’s content
Safe space, can I vent? It crept up
My girl cheated when I was about to rise
It made me want her more, twisted feelings
I still walk the Vale with pride
I avoid leaving home because of stress
You wronged me without lying
It’s not what you said, but what you omitted
My whole life, I’ve felt excluded
If you cheat, she calls you unfaithful
If she cheats, she says she stepped out
Ask about Dave, they say, “The best out”
Yeah, I survived all these phases because I barely made it, just speaking my truth
Yeah, messed up, speaking my truth
Recording till dawn, skipping meals
Dropped Joni home, fell asleep behind the wheel
Driving at a hundred, shifting gears
Haven’t spoken to 169 in six years
Don’t get me started-this is strange
Call me what you want, but my music is genuine
Want to know why it took me four years?
Not because I’m surrounded by yes-men
But because I work with producers and people who care
I carry the weight, I live with it
All I thought about was the song for the fans while being stood up by artists smaller than me
I don’t want women around when my nieces visit
They might see how I live, and I get it
I want to be a good man, but also true to myself
And I don’t think I can do both, so I keep her at a distance
It hurts, but I keep going, feels like me against me, and I’m still losing
Outro
Yo, it’s Josiah, what’s good?
Had to check in on your birthday, my guy
Wishing you more life
Man’s coming soon, don’t worry about that
What’s up, bro?
I know you’ve got room on one of those long tracks to shout me out
Tell the people my story
They already know what I’m about, the crew knows my vibe
Come on, bro, I know you got me
Lastly, my sister Tamah
Please check on her, make sure she’s blessed
While I’m away, keep her safe
Ayy, I’ll be home soon, love
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