My 27th Birthday Lyrics – Dave

Read the full My 27th Birthday lyrics by Dave along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dave’s music, you can also explore The Boy Who Played The Harp and Wake Up, two other songs by Dave.

[Intro]
(Everything’s fine)
Look

[Verse 1]
White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film
Hero and villain, I’m playing both in the script
Worthy of spill but I got Christopher Nolan reading
The constant overachieving, I know
I ain’t as rich as those people with old money, but, I didn’t know money
They mock me online for speaking up on all of our issues
And being vocal, the s*it that I see on socials

But, how can I stay silent when, when?
I’m out in Barbados, white people mistreating locals
The villa in Jamaica but it’s owned by the Chinese
Head to the right beach and they’re charging 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 praying I find peace
Before I find love, I’m just praying I find peace
You know what I believe, I don’t know if I handled it well
It’s fu*k Coca-Cola, did I stop drinking 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 lied 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, feel 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 doing 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 something but sitting and stressing yourself
Ten years, I been in the game and I won’t lie, it’s getting difficult

This s*it used to be spiritual
We don’t need no commentators, we could leave to the sports
Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody’s thoughts?
And some of it’s constructive but most of it is forced
And why we counting the numbers, how the music make you feel?
I’m just being real
Alright

[Verse 2]
Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film
Hero and villain, I’m playing both in the script
Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations
I’m throwing money at women in different denominations and killing the conversation
All them people told me, “Keep grinding, be patient”
It’s weird being 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 the playlist
But your fans love you, can see it on their faces
America feels so close that you can take it
2017, was tryna make it to the ranges
2025, I’m tryna make it to the Granges
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 running 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
Moved to Dubai, that’s for the taxes that they taking
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 feeling 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 nothing even though they know they could
‘Cause they’d 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 sitting 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 calling me when I don’t even own a whip because my license is revoked?
I mean, how do I explain that I don’t want a hill ’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 to bus
I ended up at work and I was barely getting 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]
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 living now
Staring at this Rachel Jones painting, I’m sitting down
The last thing that I drew was a weapon, I’m living 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
Drinking all my pain and my sorrows away again
I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs
Next two years, I’ll be looking at ATMs
Who’s the best artist in the world? I’m saying Tems
Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends
Let’s see who quits, now we ain’t getting paid again, yeah
I’m just here, drinking liquor by myself
Is my music just becoming a depiction of my wealth?
Never trust a girl whose lock screen’s a picture of herself, I had to learn that s*it myself
Now I’m sitting by myself with no girl, like, s*it, I really did this to myself
Twenty-seven and I’m terrified of living 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 of 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 supply another knot, sling a shot, I couldn’t really kill the giant with a rock
But that’s a life that I forgot and my young boys are sliding over what?
I don’t know, ’cause I ain’t spoke to him in time
Been afraid of getting older, scared of being left behind
And then I—, pssh and I 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 making 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 feeling like I’m left out
If you fu*k another girl, she say you cheated on her
And if she fu*k another man, she say she stepped out
And if you asking ’bout Dave, they say, “The best out”
Yeah and I survived all these eras ’cause I barely made any, I’m just speaking how I feel
Yeah, fu*ked up, speaking how I feel
Record until the morning, I ain’t even had a meal
I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel
Driving at a hundred an hour, I switched gears
I ain’t spoke to one-six-nine in six years
Don’t even get me started on—, this s*it’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 that’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 getting 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 living, I figured that
I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too
And I don’t think that I could do both, so I can’t let her too close
It hurts, but I’m still moving, feel like it’s me versus me and I’m still losing

[Outro]
Yo, my boy, it’s Josiah, what you saying
You know I’ma have to check you on your fu*king birthday, my boy
More life, my guy
Man, soon out, don’t even watch that
What’re you saying, though, bro?
I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout
Tell the people there my story
The man already know what I was, the mandem know, man
C’mon, bro, I know you got me
A’ight, lastly, my sis’, to mom
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