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Dave - My 19th Birthday lyrics

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I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital

With my brother and my mum

And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all

The pain's compulsory, suffering's optional

Takeshi's castle, my life's got obstacles

I'm still dealing with a whole load of stress

I see my older brother so close to the edge

And that there put a hole in my chest

And then they tell you home's where the heart is

But I got a hole where my heart is

Because I let a hoe where my heart is

Never again, I had to tell her that we're better as friends

I never messaged again

Every message I send, ends up in a groupchat

'Cause girls go and tell all their friends

That's one of many reasons why I ain't sending DMs

Look, I'm gonna keep this cake and I'm gonna eat this cake

That's why I'm living three lives, I'm in GTA

I'm in Los Angeles driving a Mercedes and it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA

Surprise birthday party I didn't see this cake, coming

I need this money like its EMA

You gotta separate the rats from the G's if you can't handle cheese, how the hell you gonna be a great?

I need a blazing inferno for my enemies

Behind my back I know that everybody sends for me

And I'd respond but I don't even have the time

I mean, asking Avelino couldn't help me find the energy

I don't think my ends want the best for me

That's why the question me, fake G checking me

f**k the road but if anybody's testing me

It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty

Every Santander Nationwide remembers me

Right pocket full of cards, I'm a referee

Ain't it funny how this money that I'm getting came from f**king PA's like I'm sleeping with a secretary

Secondly, your girlfriend's obsessed with me

But that's a story for another day and this is why love is f**ked

'Cause you went and put your trust in her and then she sent me nudes

I said "Nuh-uh-uh, cover up"

I aired it, certain girls I can't respect

We're all nothing to someone, and that you can't forget

So just remember when the girl's playing hard to get

There's probably another person that she's trying hard to get

And there's probably a girl in your phone right now that you hardly text

That's looking for love

But everybody wants what they can't touch, so



If you, touch my money you can see what I'm about

You can ask your little sister I will be inside your house

Eating from your fridge, feet up on your couch

Tell your little brother "Butter me a sandwich, spread in evenly amounts"

You think I'm playing any games?

Why do you think I talk about cars, women and chains

On half of the songs I make, materialistic aims

Make me feel a way when I want it

When I got it, it don't ever feel the same

We got different types of problems

I'm getting corporate tax on this cash that I'm making

And at the same time I need to vanquish my paigons

If you think it's dead you're mistaken

I'm hot headed and dangerous

And still living in this matrix

All I wanna do is make my loved ones proud

In this year alone we made three hundred thousand

But my mum won't smile becuase her son's on trial

We've got different types of problems

What do you know about living in a shadow

Where every single thing that you can do is being tainted

'Cause your brother's in the station and he's ill to the marrow

12 or 13 when I turned into an adult

All them kids my age were going TeenFest

When I was getting searched by a golden retriever in a Cat. A prison while I'm standing on an arrow

We used to have cards and now we're playing with swords

My G went from Blackjack to a black Jack Sparrow

I know so many man who got a case on their head that would kill to come home

But there chances are narrow in this world that we live in

Nobody listens, we do have thoughts

But nobody's thinking and I get it

'Cause none of us are tyna play the victim

Any disrespect then retaliation, instant

I know a lot of man have been dodging karma

And they think it's all laughter 'til the bitch comes to kiss them

You know the difference between life and death is one bad decision, 3 or 4 inches

So many man my age have got P.T.S.D and I don't think that it's hit them

If you envision, the way that we're living

The things that we had seen, situations that we'd been in

You would understand why I don't wanna talk about my life in every song I've ever written

I really wanna help, but it's out of my control and jurisdiction

'Cause a lot of road yutes have got a sickness, mentally



Like, look

My mummy always used to tell me this

"David, listen when your older's speaking"

I know man that listened to their olders speaking

And now they're all life'd off and they don't know the reason

In a weird way summer is the coldest season

You'll get killed at a party for the smallest reason

One day you're chilling in secondary

Next day your right hand's a memory

So when I say that I'm alone, do you know the feeling?

When I say the game's over, do you know the meaning?

I mean that I don't have the time for this

I need a girl but same time there's no time for them

I got people inside and I don't write to them

It's like I don't feel pain no more

I can't do journeys on a train no more

Can't shed a tear writing on a page no more

I don't wanna play games no more

I don't want my friends on a case no more

And trust me, I don't want a war on the ends

But it's like you wanna start it so say no more

I'm too big for this nonsense, I don't need problems

Meetings, 1.5 milli ain't an option

I don't need a deal or an option

In my own neighbourhood

Me, Jack, Benny in the office

I don't need excel, Sony, drama

Our team's faster, street Sam Chara

I got a lot of love for everyone that checks for me

And a lot of love for certain girls sexually

Texting me, saying that she slept on me

And definitely wishes that she slept with me



Look

On another note I wanna say thanks to Carl

One of my closest from young and we're still at it now

I remember when we learnt to play piano

Just to make each other jealous, who'd've thought that we would practice now

Your talent's been standing out

Be proud of your dream, you should stand and shout

I remember last year you never had a clue

And this year you went and did "Attitude"

Speaking of attitude, it's only right I say sorry for my attitude

And I ain't never mad at you

Tyrell, Manon, Frasier especially

I got a lot of things I'm dealing with mentally

I feel down a lot and I ain't got the energy

I need all of your help to get the best from me

There's way too much to do, I ain't getting sleep

And last time I got a rest they arrested me

Tell me I treatment for a video I didn't make myself from scratch

Every lyric, every melody

Every f**king beat

Every little detail in the artwork and video

Everything is me

A wonderful team and a God that I serve

My friends and my mum, my brothers and my girl

I don't want short-term success or a banger

Man are signing to a sentence, getting lost in the words

And it's fine if you sign man it's each to their own

But these clones need to know that I'm different from the world

Don't compare me to them, they couldn't beat me at my worst

It don't matter if I'm rapping or I'm singing on the verse



Look

People don't get that I'm serious

I don't wanna play games no more

And I don't wanna talk to these girls no more

I can't f**k a girl that's in it for the fame no more

And man can't talk on my name no more

I give it 5 or 10 minutes 'til your main ting talks

She's telling me that they don't talk no more but I'm pretty sure that his wifey knows more

No more, no I don't wanna play no more

No talks if it isn't money made no more

No more, no I don't wanna play no more

I don't wanna play no games no more

And I don't wanna see my girl no more

'Cause I don't really wanna see her hurt no more

My mum telling me that she's gotta stop working and I'm telling mummy you ain't gotta work no more

No more, mummy you ain't gotta hurt no more

You ain't gotta cry in your shirt no more

Mummy you ain't gotta wake up for work in the freezing cold in the middle of the night for a cheque no more

Mummy you ain't gotta cry no more

You ain't gotta stress in the night no more

And I ain't gotta say no more

We ain't playing games no more
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