[{"id":36406575,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Santan Dave","albumName":"Santan Dave Videos","duration":472.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Everything's fine) look\n\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\n\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\nBut how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\nThey say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\nYeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\nAnd I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n(Everything's fine)\n(Everything's fine)\n\nYeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, 17 days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\nSix months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\nYeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll 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\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\n\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\n\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAy, soon home, my boy, love","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.54] (Everything's fine) look\n[00:05.29] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.44] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.71] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:12.89] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:14.45] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.82] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.22] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n[00:22.54] But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n[00:26.28] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.54] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:31.88] Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n[00:34.64] They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n[00:37.24] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:39.89] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n[00:42.99] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.05] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n[00:49.84] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.81] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.23] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.56] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.65] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.35] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n[01:04.10] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.86] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n[01:09.50] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.69] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.36] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.39] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:19.38] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.02] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n[01:25.32] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.77] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n[01:31.06] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:32.94] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.06] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.71] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.06] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:43.98] I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n[01:47.84] \n[01:50.86] Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:53.95] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.33] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.34] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:01.70] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.98] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n[02:07.84] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.39] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n[02:13.13] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.58] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.01] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:21.36] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n[02:23.35] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n[02:27.36] And I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.32] How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n[02:31.25] How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n[02:34.23] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.72] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.64] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:41.81] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.50] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.01] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n[02:50.02] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.43] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n[02:55.59] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.68] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.37] How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n[03:02.95] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.40] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n[03:11.14] 'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n[03:13.26] How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n[03:17.19] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.68] And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.30] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:23.99] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:26.36] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n[03:30.34] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.59] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n[03:38.09] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:39.83] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.50] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.36] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:51.19] (Everything's fine)\n[03:56.17] (Everything's fine)\n[03:59.19] Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:02.94] Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.50] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.21] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:10.89] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:13.51] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.33] Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:18.80] In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n[04:21.13] Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:23.95] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:26.20] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:28.92] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n[04:31.82] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.55] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.12] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n[04:41.86] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.41] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.69] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.65] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.59] 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:58.49] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.75] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:02.94] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.14] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.14] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.28] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.44] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:20.81] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.08] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:27.62] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.22] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:32.94] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:35.26] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:37.67] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:40.39] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.18] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:45.72] You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.22] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:50.98] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:53.68] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.30] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.20] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:01.76] Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:07.63] Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.76] Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n[06:13.92] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.65] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.25] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.18] Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n[06:24.57] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.26] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:29.87] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.16] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.02] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:37.51] 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\n[06:42.95] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.74] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.28] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.15] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.09] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n[07:01.01] \n[07:04.72] Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n[07:06.88] You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:11.23] More life, my guy\n[07:12.28] Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:14.25] What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.43] I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:20.57] Tell the people dem my story\n[07:23.27] Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n[07:26.45] Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.86] Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.66] I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.55] While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:39.36] Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:41.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Santan Dave\n  album: Santan Dave Videos\n  duration_ms: 472000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Everything's fine) look\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5290\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  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ain''t part of the problem\", I lied to myself'\n  start_ms: 58650\n  end_ms: 61350\n- text: Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 61350\n  end_ms: 64100\n- text: My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64100\n  end_ms: 66860\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 66860\n  end_ms: 69500\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69500\n  end_ms: 71690\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71690\n  end_ms: 74360\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74360\n  end_ms: 77390\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77390\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82020\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 82020\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 87770\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 87770\n  end_ms: 91060\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91060\n  end_ms: 92940\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 92940\n  end_ms: 96060\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96060\n  end_ms: 98710\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98710\n  end_ms: 101060\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101060\n  end_ms: 103980\n- text: I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 103980\n  end_ms: 107840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 107840\n  end_ms: 110860\n- text: Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 110860\n  end_ms: 113950\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 113950\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118340\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118340\n  end_ms: 121700\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 121700\n  end_ms: 124980\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 124980\n  end_ms: 127840\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127840\n  end_ms: 130390\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 130390\n  end_ms: 133130\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133130\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 138010\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138010\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 147360\n- text: And I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 147360\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 154230\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154230\n  end_ms: 156720\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156720\n  end_ms: 159640\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159640\n  end_ms: 161810\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 161810\n  end_ms: 164500\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164500\n  end_ms: 167010\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 167010\n  end_ms: 170020\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170020\n  end_ms: 172430\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 172430\n  end_ms: 175590\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175590\n  end_ms: 177680\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177680\n  end_ms: 180370\n- text: How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  start_ms: 180370\n  end_ms: 182950\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 182950\n  end_ms: 185400\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185400\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191140\n- text: '''Cause they''d rather trap, rob, and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191140\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 198680\n- text: And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198680\n  end_ms: 201300\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201300\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 206360\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 206360\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 219830\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 219830\n  end_ms: 222500\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222500\n  end_ms: 225360\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225360\n  end_ms: 231190\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 231190\n  end_ms: 236170\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 236170\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 242940\n- text: Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 242940\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 248210\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248210\n  end_ms: 250890\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 250890\n  end_ms: 253510\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 253510\n  end_ms: 256330\n- text: Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256330\n  end_ms: 258800\n- text: In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 258800\n  end_ms: 261130\n- text: Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 261130\n  end_ms: 263950\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 263950\n  end_ms: 266200\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 266200\n  end_ms: 268920\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  start_ms: 268920\n  end_ms: 271820\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 271820\n  end_ms: 274550\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274550\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 283410\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283410\n  end_ms: 285690\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285690\n  end_ms: 289650\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289650\n  end_ms: 293590\n- text: 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293590\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 300750\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300750\n  end_ms: 302940\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 302940\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313140\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313140\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 318440\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318440\n  end_ms: 320810\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 320810\n  end_ms: 325080\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325080\n  end_ms: 327620\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 327620\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332940\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 332940\n  end_ms: 335260\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 335260\n  end_ms: 337670\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 337670\n  end_ms: 340390\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 340390\n  end_ms: 343180\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343180\n  end_ms: 345720\n- text: You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 345720\n  end_ms: 348220\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348220\n  end_ms: 350980\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 350980\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 356300\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356300\n  end_ms: 359200\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359200\n  end_ms: 361760\n- text: Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 361760\n  end_ms: 367630\n- text: Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 367630\n  end_ms: 371760\n- text: Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371760\n  end_ms: 373920\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 373920\n  end_ms: 376650\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376650\n  end_ms: 379250\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379250\n  end_ms: 382180\n- text: Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382180\n  end_ms: 384570\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384570\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 389870\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 389870\n  end_ms: 392160\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392160\n  end_ms: 395020\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395020\n  end_ms: 397510\n- text: 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\n  start_ms: 397510\n  end_ms: 402950\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 402950\n  end_ms: 405740\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405740\n  end_ms: 408280\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408280\n  end_ms: 412150\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412150\n  end_ms: 415090\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415090\n  end_ms: 421010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 421010\n  end_ms: 424720\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424720\n  end_ms: 426880\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426880\n  end_ms: 431230\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 431230\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 440570\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 440570\n  end_ms: 443270\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  start_ms: 443270\n  end_ms: 446450\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446450\n  end_ms: 450860\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450860\n  end_ms: 453660\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453660\n  end_ms: 456550\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456550\n  end_ms: 459360\n- text: Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 459360\n  end_ms: 461820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 461820\nplain: |-\n  (Everything's fine) look\n\n  White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n  The constant overachievin', I know\n\n  I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n  They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n  And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n  But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\n  I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n  The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n  Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n  They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\n  But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n  Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\n  You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n  It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n  I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n  I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n  \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n  Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n  My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\n  I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\n  I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\n  This shit used to be spiritual\n  We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\n  All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\n  But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  America feels so close that you can taste it\n  2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\n  How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  And I've known her for ages?\n  How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\n  But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\n  How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n  How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\n  I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\n  Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n  (Everything's fine)\n  (Everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\n  Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\n  Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\n  I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\n  And me and him debate each other\n  I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\n  You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\n  And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\n  Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\n  I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\n  If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\n  Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\n  I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  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\n  I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\n  They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\n  Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  More life, my guy\n  Man soon out, don't even watch that\n\n  What you sayin', though, bro?\n  I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  Tell the people dem my story\n  Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  Come on, bro, I know you got me\n\n  Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n"},{"id":24454488,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":472.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41] How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16] Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93] They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15] I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00] (Alright)\n[01:48:80] \n[01:50.39] Yeah\n[01:51.68] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32] That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05] How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70] How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58] How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08] 'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72] How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89] And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35] \n[03:58.70] Yeah\n[04:00.50] Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50] Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64] Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20] In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01] Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50] Yeah\n[04:41.45] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90] Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40] You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37] Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40] Yeah\n[06:09.10] Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99] Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.54] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.23] Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n[06:24.75] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.48] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:30.16] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.77] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.24] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:38.01] All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n[06:40.66] When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n[06:43.13] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.78] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.60] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.27] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.21] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n[07:00.37] \n[07:04.36] Yo, my 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sign of my wealth\n  start_ms: 61340\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 69280\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69280\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 74570\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74570\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 87710\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  start_ms: 87710\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98840\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98840\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: I'm just bein' real\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116280\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116280\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 122430\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 122430\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127760\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 133270\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133270\n  end_ms: 135830\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135830\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453730\n  end_ms: 456380\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456380\n  end_ms: 460350\n- text: Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 460350\n  end_ms: 463350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 463350\nplain: \"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\\nThe constant overachievin', I know\\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\\nHow can I stay silent when, when\\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":24826051,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"7:52","duration":472.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials\nBut how can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lie to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings on having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived all these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutoutTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Dave\n  album: 7:52\n  duration_ms: 472000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n  The constant overachievin', I know\n  I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n  They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n  And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials\n  But how can I stay silent when, when\n  I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n  The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n  Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n  They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n  But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n  Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n  It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n  I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n  I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n  \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lie to myself\n  Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n  My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n  I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n  Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  This shit used to be spiritual\n  We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  I'm just bein' real\n  (Alright)\n\n  Yeah\n  White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  America feels so close that you can taste it\n  2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  How do I explain my feelings on having kids?\n  That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n  How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n  Yeah\n  Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n  I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  And me and him debate each other\n  I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  Yeah, and I survived all these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n\n  Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  More life, my guy\n  Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  What you sayin', though, bro?\n  I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutoutTell the people dem my story\n  Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n"},{"id":36090533,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"7:52","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41] How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16] Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93] They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15] I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00] (Alright)\n[01:48:80] \n[01:50.39] Yeah\n[01:51.68] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32] That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05] How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70] How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58] How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08] 'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72] How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89] And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35] \n[03:58.70] Yeah\n[04:00.50] Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50] Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64] Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20] In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01] Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50] Yeah\n[04:41.45] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90] Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40] You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37] Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40] Yeah\n[06:09.10] Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99] Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.54] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.23] Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n[06:24.75] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.48] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:30.16] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.77] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.24] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:38.01] All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n[06:40.66] When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n[06:43.13] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.78] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.60] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.27] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.21] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n[07:00.37] \n[07:04.36] Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n[07:06.90] You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:10.07] More life, my guy\n[07:11.82] Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:15.08] What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.86] I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:21.00] Tell the people dem my story\n[07:22.68] Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n[07:26.39] Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.19] Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.73] I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.38] While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:40.35] Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:43.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Dave\n  album: 7:52\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 6000\n  end_ms: 8760\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm 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Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? 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Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I 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trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":34527488,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"chill sleeping rap","duration":471.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41] How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16] Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93] They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15] I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00] (Alright)\n[01:48:80] \n[01:50.39] Yeah\n[01:51.68] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32] That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05] How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70] How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58] How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08] 'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72] How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89] And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35] \n[03:58.70] Yeah\n[04:00.50] Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50] Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64] Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20] In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01] Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50] Yeah\n[04:41.45] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90] Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40] You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37] Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40] Yeah\n[06:09.10] Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99] Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.54] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.23] Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n[06:24.75] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.48] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:30.16] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.77] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.24] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:38.01] All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n[06:40.66] When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n[06:43.13] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.78] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.60] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.27] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.21] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n[07:00.37] \n[07:04.36] Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n[07:06.90] You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:10.07] More life, my guy\n[07:11.82] Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:15.08] What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.86] I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:21.00] Tell the people dem my story\n[07:22.68] Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n[07:26.39] Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.19] Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.73] I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.38] While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:40.35] Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:43.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Dave\n  album: chill sleeping rap\n  duration_ms: 471000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 6000\n  end_ms: 8760\n- text: Hero and 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Or why don't you drop music?\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 87710\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  start_ms: 87710\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98840\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98840\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: I'm just bein' real\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116280\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116280\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 122430\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 122430\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127760\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 133270\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133270\n  end_ms: 135830\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135830\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453730\n  end_ms: 456380\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456380\n  end_ms: 460350\n- text: Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 460350\n  end_ms: 463350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 463350\nplain: \"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\\nThe constant overachievin', I know\\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\\nHow can I stay silent when, when\\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":34227919,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":771.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41] How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16] Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93] They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15] I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00] (Alright)\n[01:48:80] \n[01:50.39] Yeah\n[01:51.68] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32] That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05] How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70] How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58] How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08] 'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72] How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89] And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35] \n[03:58.70] Yeah\n[04:00.50] Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50] Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64] Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20] In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01] Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50] Yeah\n[04:41.45] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90] Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40] You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37] Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40] Yeah\n[06:09.10] Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99] Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched 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sign of my wealth\n  start_ms: 61340\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 69280\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69280\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 74570\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74570\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 87710\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  start_ms: 87710\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98840\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98840\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: I'm just bein' real\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116280\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116280\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 122430\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 122430\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127760\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 133270\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133270\n  end_ms: 135830\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135830\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453730\n  end_ms: 456380\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456380\n  end_ms: 460350\n- text: Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 460350\n  end_ms: 463350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 463350\nplain: \"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\\nThe constant overachievin', I know\\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\\nHow can I stay silent when, when\\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":26361688,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":389.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41] How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16] Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93] They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15] I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00] (Alright)\n[01:48:80] \n[01:50.39] Yeah\n[01:51.68] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32] That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05] How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70] How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58] How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08] 'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72] How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89] And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35] \n[03:58.70] Yeah\n[04:00.50] Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50] Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64] Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20] In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01] Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50] Yeah\n[04:41.45] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90] Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40] You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37] Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40] Yeah\n[06:09.10] Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99] Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched 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sign of my wealth\n  start_ms: 61340\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 69280\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69280\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 74570\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74570\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 87710\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  start_ms: 87710\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98840\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98840\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: I'm just bein' real\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116280\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116280\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 122430\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 122430\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127760\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 133270\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133270\n  end_ms: 135830\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135830\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453730\n  end_ms: 456380\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456380\n  end_ms: 460350\n- text: Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 460350\n  end_ms: 463350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 463350\nplain: \"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\\nThe constant overachievin', I know\\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\\nHow can I stay silent when, when\\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":38693624,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":380.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\nHow can I stay silent when, when\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real\n(Alright)\n\nYeah\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\nYeah\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\nYeah\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\nYeah\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.00]White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.76]Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.89]Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:13.19]The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:15.11]I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.93]They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.36]And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\n[00:24.41]How can I stay silent when, when\n[00:26.95]I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.85]The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:32.16]Head to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\n[00:34.93]They say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\n[00:37.66]But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:40.18]Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\n[00:42.78]Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.34]Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:47.90]You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.89]It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.36]I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.22]I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.74]\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.34]Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\n[01:04.03]My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.63]The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n[01:09.28]I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.96]I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.57]But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.34]Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:20.03]I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.37]Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n[01:25.02]Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.71]Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n[01:31.76]This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:33.34]We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.07]Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.84]And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.35]And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:44.15]I'm just bein' real\n[01:48.00](Alright)\n[01:48.80]\n[01:50.39]Yeah\n[01:51.68]White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:54.07]Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.28]Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.16]I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:02.43]All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.95]It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n[02:07.76]Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.36]And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n[02:13.27]But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.83]America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.47]2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:20.95]2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n[02:23.72]How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n[02:26.32]That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.05]How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n[02:31.70]How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n[02:34.34]Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.69]All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.42]Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:42.11]Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.84]But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.44]Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n[02:50.04]How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.73]How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n[02:55.55]Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.85]How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.58]How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n[03:03.14]That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.96]How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43]And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n[03:11.08]'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\n[03:13.72]How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n[03:16.50]I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.89]And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.79]I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:24.48]How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:27.12]Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n[03:30.71]I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.76]How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:37.80]I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:40.11]I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.67]For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.04]I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:48.35]\n[03:58.70]Yeah\n[04:00.50]Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:03.50]Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.93]I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.57]I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:11.26]Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:14.04]The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.64]Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:19.20]In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n[04:22.01]Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:24.40]Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:27.09]I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:29.52]Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n[04:32.30]Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.86]Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.37]Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n[04:40.50]Yeah\n[04:41.45]I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.24]Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.80]Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.69]Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.90]Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:59.09]And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.80]I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:03.38]My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.85]Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54]You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.33]But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.79]I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.75]Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:21.23]And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.20]Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:28.01]I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.66]Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:33.22]Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:36.12]My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:38.38]It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:41.07]I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.71]I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:46.40]You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.94]It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:51.71]My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:54.23]If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.86]And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.55]And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:02.37]Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:08.40]Yeah\n[06:09.10]Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.99]Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n[06:14.25]I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.98]Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.54]I ain't spoke 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know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:10.07]More life, my guy\n[07:11.82]Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:15.08]What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.86]I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:21.00]Tell the people dem my story\n[07:22.68]Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n[07:26.39]Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.19]Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.73]I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.38]While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:40.35]Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:43.35]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Dave\n  album: The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  duration_ms: 380000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 6000\n  end_ms: 8760\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 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work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 69280\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69280\n  end_ms: 71960\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71960\n  end_ms: 74570\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74570\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 87710\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\n  start_ms: 87710\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98840\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98840\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: I'm just bein' real\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: (Alright)\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116280\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116280\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 122430\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 122430\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127760\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 133270\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133270\n  end_ms: 135830\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135830\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: That we've already met and I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149050\n- text: How do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\n  start_ms: 149050\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers?\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 159420\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159420\n  end_ms: 162110\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170040\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170040\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180580\n- text: How do I explain my feelings of having kids?\n  start_ms: 180580\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185960\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185960\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: '''Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193720\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone?\n  start_ms: 193720\n  end_ms: 196500\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 196500\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: And it says \"Serge\", but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 204480\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 204480\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 210710\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210710\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 217800\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 217800\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222670\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 225040\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225040\n  end_ms: 228350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228350\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Fifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: Four years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 245930\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245930\n  end_ms: 248570\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248570\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 254040\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 254040\n  end_ms: 256640\n- text: Turned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256640\n  end_ms: 259200\n- text: In this house out in Central London I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 259200\n  end_ms: 262010\n- text: Six months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 262010\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 267090\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 267090\n  end_ms: 269520\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\n  start_ms: 269520\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274860\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274860\n  end_ms: 277370\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\n  start_ms: 277370\n  end_ms: 280500\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 280500\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 283240\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283240\n  end_ms: 285800\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285800\n  end_ms: 289690\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289690\n  end_ms: 293900\n- text: Twenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293900\n  end_ms: 299090\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 299090\n  end_ms: 300800\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300800\n  end_ms: 303380\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 303380\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313330\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313330\n  end_ms: 316790\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316790\n  end_ms: 318750\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318750\n  end_ms: 321230\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 321230\n  end_ms: 325200\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325200\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330660\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330660\n  end_ms: 333220\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 333220\n  end_ms: 336120\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 336120\n  end_ms: 338380\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 338380\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343710\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343710\n  end_ms: 346400\n- text: You done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 346400\n  end_ms: 348940\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348940\n  end_ms: 351710\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 351710\n  end_ms: 354230\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 354230\n  end_ms: 356860\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356860\n  end_ms: 359550\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359550\n  end_ms: 362370\n- text: Yeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 362370\n  end_ms: 368400\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 368400\n  end_ms: 369100\n- text: Fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 369100\n  end_ms: 371990\n- text: Recordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371990\n  end_ms: 374250\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 374250\n  end_ms: 376980\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376980\n  end_ms: 379540\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379540\n  end_ms: 382230\n- text: Don't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382230\n  end_ms: 384750\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384750\n  end_ms: 387480\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387480\n  end_ms: 390160\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 390160\n  end_ms: 392770\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392770\n  end_ms: 395240\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395240\n  end_ms: 398010\n- text: All I thought about was the song we could give the fans\n  start_ms: 398010\n  end_ms: 400660\n- text: When I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\n  start_ms: 400660\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 405780\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405780\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 415210\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415210\n  end_ms: 420370\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 420370\n  end_ms: 424360\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424360\n  end_ms: 426900\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426900\n  end_ms: 430070\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 430070\n  end_ms: 431820\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 431820\n  end_ms: 435080\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 435080\n  end_ms: 436860\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436860\n  end_ms: 441000\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 441000\n  end_ms: 442680\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\n  start_ms: 442680\n  end_ms: 446390\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446390\n  end_ms: 450190\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450190\n  end_ms: 453730\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453730\n  end_ms: 456380\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456380\n  end_ms: 460350\n- text: Ayy, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 460350\n  end_ms: 463350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 463350\nplain: \"White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\\nThe constant overachievin', I know\\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials, but\\nHow can I stay silent when, when\\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\\nHead to the right bеach and they're chargin' us five еach\\nThey say the Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\\n\\\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\\\", I lied to myself\\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth\\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf\\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \\\"You inspired myself\\\"\\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music?\\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult\\nThis shit used to be spiritual\\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\\nI'm just bein' real\\n(Alright)\\n\\nYeah\\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\\nAll them people told me, \\\"Keep grindin', be patient\\\"\\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces\\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist\\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Grainges\\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers\\nThat we've already met and I've known her for ages?\\nHow do I explain? Because I'm runnin' out of pages\\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers?\\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in\\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win?\\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\\nHow do I explain my feelings of having kids?\\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could\\n'Cause they rather trap, rob and get it on their own\\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone?\\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\\nAnd it says \\\"Serge\\\", but Serge with us in the car\\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked?\\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain?\\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\\n\\nYeah\\nFifty-two miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\\nFour years, seventeen days, I ain't been around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\\nTurned twenty-seven, but I feel like I'm still a child\\nIn this house out in Central London I can barely afford\\nSix months sober and I feel like I'm Dave again\\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at eighty M's\\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again\\nYeah\\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\\nTwenty-seven and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\\nAnd me and him debate each other\\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I could've really killed a giant with a rock\\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\\nYou done me dirty and you didn't even tell a lie\\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \\\"The best out\\\"\\nYeah, and I survived through these eras cah I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\\nYeah\\nFucked up, speakin' how I feel\\nRecordin' till the morning, I ain't even had a meal\\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\\nDon't even get me started on—, this shit's weird\\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\\nAll I thought about was the song we could give the fans\\nWhen I was out there gettin' stood up by artists I'm bigger than\\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me and I'm still losin' \\n\\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\\nMore life, my guy\\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\\nTell the people dem my story\\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my thing\\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\\nAyy, soon home, my boy, love\\n\"\n"},{"id":34446701,"name":"My 27th Birthday","trackName":"My 27th Birthday","artistName":"Dave (403)","albumName":"The Boy Who Played The Harp","duration":471.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Everything's fine) look\n\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\n\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\nBut how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\nThey say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\nYeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\nAnd I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n(Everything's fine)\n(Everything's fine)\n\nYeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, 17 days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\nSix months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\nYeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll 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\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\n\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\n\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAy, soon home, my boy, love","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.54] (Everything's fine) look\n[00:05.29] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.44] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.71] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:12.89] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:14.45] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.82] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.22] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n[00:22.54] But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n[00:26.28] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.54] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:31.88] Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n[00:34.64] They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n[00:37.24] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:39.89] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n[00:42.99] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.05] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n[00:49.84] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.81] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.23] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.56] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.65] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.35] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n[01:04.10] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.86] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n[01:09.50] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.69] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.36] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.39] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:19.38] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.02] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n[01:25.32] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.77] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n[01:31.06] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:32.94] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.06] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.71] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.06] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:43.98] I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n[01:47.84] \n[01:50.86] Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:53.95] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.33] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.34] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:01.70] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.98] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n[02:07.84] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.39] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n[02:13.13] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.58] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.01] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:21.36] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n[02:23.35] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n[02:27.36] And I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.32] How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n[02:31.25] How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n[02:34.23] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.72] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.64] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:41.81] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.50] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.01] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n[02:50.02] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.43] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n[02:55.59] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.68] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.37] How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n[03:02.95] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.40] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n[03:11.14] 'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n[03:13.26] How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n[03:17.19] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.68] And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.30] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:23.99] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:26.36] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n[03:30.34] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.59] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n[03:38.09] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:39.83] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.50] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.36] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:51.19] (Everything's fine)\n[03:56.17] (Everything's fine)\n[03:59.19] Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:02.94] Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.50] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.21] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:10.89] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:13.51] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.33] Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:18.80] In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n[04:21.13] Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:23.95] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:26.20] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:28.92] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n[04:31.82] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.55] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.12] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n[04:41.86] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.41] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.69] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.65] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.59] 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:58.49] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.75] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:02.94] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.14] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.14] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.28] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.44] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:20.81] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.08] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:27.62] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.22] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:32.94] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:35.26] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:37.67] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:40.39] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.18] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:45.72] You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.22] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:50.98] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:53.68] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.30] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.20] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:01.76] Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:07.63] Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.76] Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n[06:13.92] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.65] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.25] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.18] Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n[06:24.57] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.26] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:29.87] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.16] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.02] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:37.51] 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\n[06:42.95] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.74] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.28] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.15] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.09] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n[07:01.01] \n[07:04.72] Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n[07:06.88] You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:11.23] More life, my guy\n[07:12.28] Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:14.25] What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.43] I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:20.57] Tell the people dem my story\n[07:23.27] Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n[07:26.45] Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.86] Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.66] I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.55] While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:39.36] Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:41.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday\n  artist: Dave (403)\n  album: The Boy Who Played The Harp\n  duration_ms: 471000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Everything's fine) look\n  start_ms: 4540\n  end_ms: 5290\n- text: White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n 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start_ms: 31880\n  end_ms: 34640\n- text: They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n  start_ms: 34640\n  end_ms: 37240\n- text: But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n  start_ms: 37240\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 42990\n- text: Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  start_ms: 42990\n  end_ms: 45050\n- text: Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 45050\n  end_ms: 49840\n- text: You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n  start_ms: 49840\n  end_ms: 50810\n- text: It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n  start_ms: 50810\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 56560\n- text: I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n  start_ms: 56560\n  end_ms: 58650\n- text: '\"Surely I ain''t part of the problem\", I lied to myself'\n  start_ms: 58650\n  end_ms: 61350\n- text: Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 61350\n  end_ms: 64100\n- text: My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  start_ms: 64100\n  end_ms: 66860\n- text: The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 66860\n  end_ms: 69500\n- text: I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  start_ms: 69500\n  end_ms: 71690\n- text: I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  start_ms: 71690\n  end_ms: 74360\n- text: But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  start_ms: 74360\n  end_ms: 77390\n- text: Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77390\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82020\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 82020\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 87770\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 87770\n  end_ms: 91060\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91060\n  end_ms: 92940\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 92940\n  end_ms: 96060\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96060\n  end_ms: 98710\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98710\n  end_ms: 101060\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101060\n  end_ms: 103980\n- text: I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 103980\n  end_ms: 107840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 107840\n  end_ms: 110860\n- text: Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 110860\n  end_ms: 113950\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 113950\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118340\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118340\n  end_ms: 121700\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 121700\n  end_ms: 124980\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 124980\n  end_ms: 127840\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127840\n  end_ms: 130390\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 130390\n  end_ms: 133130\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133130\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 138010\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138010\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 147360\n- text: And I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 147360\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 154230\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154230\n  end_ms: 156720\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156720\n  end_ms: 159640\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159640\n  end_ms: 161810\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 161810\n  end_ms: 164500\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164500\n  end_ms: 167010\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 167010\n  end_ms: 170020\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170020\n  end_ms: 172430\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 172430\n  end_ms: 175590\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175590\n  end_ms: 177680\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177680\n  end_ms: 180370\n- text: How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  start_ms: 180370\n  end_ms: 182950\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 182950\n  end_ms: 185400\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185400\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191140\n- text: '''Cause they''d rather trap, rob, and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191140\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 198680\n- text: And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198680\n  end_ms: 201300\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201300\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 206360\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 206360\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 219830\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 219830\n  end_ms: 222500\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222500\n  end_ms: 225360\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225360\n  end_ms: 231190\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 231190\n  end_ms: 236170\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 236170\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 242940\n- text: Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 242940\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 248210\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248210\n  end_ms: 250890\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 250890\n  end_ms: 253510\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 253510\n  end_ms: 256330\n- text: Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256330\n  end_ms: 258800\n- text: In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 258800\n  end_ms: 261130\n- text: Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 261130\n  end_ms: 263950\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 263950\n  end_ms: 266200\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 266200\n  end_ms: 268920\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  start_ms: 268920\n  end_ms: 271820\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 271820\n  end_ms: 274550\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274550\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 283410\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283410\n  end_ms: 285690\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285690\n  end_ms: 289650\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289650\n  end_ms: 293590\n- text: 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293590\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 300750\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300750\n  end_ms: 302940\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 302940\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313140\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313140\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 318440\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318440\n  end_ms: 320810\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 320810\n  end_ms: 325080\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325080\n  end_ms: 327620\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 327620\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332940\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 332940\n  end_ms: 335260\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 335260\n  end_ms: 337670\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 337670\n  end_ms: 340390\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 340390\n  end_ms: 343180\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343180\n  end_ms: 345720\n- text: You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 345720\n  end_ms: 348220\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348220\n  end_ms: 350980\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 350980\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 356300\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356300\n  end_ms: 359200\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359200\n  end_ms: 361760\n- text: Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 361760\n  end_ms: 367630\n- text: Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 367630\n  end_ms: 371760\n- text: Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371760\n  end_ms: 373920\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 373920\n  end_ms: 376650\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376650\n  end_ms: 379250\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379250\n  end_ms: 382180\n- text: Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382180\n  end_ms: 384570\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384570\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 389870\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 389870\n  end_ms: 392160\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392160\n  end_ms: 395020\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395020\n  end_ms: 397510\n- text: 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\n  start_ms: 397510\n  end_ms: 402950\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 402950\n  end_ms: 405740\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405740\n  end_ms: 408280\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408280\n  end_ms: 412150\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412150\n  end_ms: 415090\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415090\n  end_ms: 421010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 421010\n  end_ms: 424720\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424720\n  end_ms: 426880\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426880\n  end_ms: 431230\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 431230\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 440570\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 440570\n  end_ms: 443270\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  start_ms: 443270\n  end_ms: 446450\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446450\n  end_ms: 450860\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450860\n  end_ms: 453660\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453660\n  end_ms: 456550\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456550\n  end_ms: 459360\n- text: Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 459360\n  end_ms: 461820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 461820\nplain: |-\n  (Everything's fine) look\n\n  White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n  The constant overachievin', I know\n\n  I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n  They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n  And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n  But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\n  I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n  The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n  Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n  They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\n  But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n  Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\n  You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n  It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n  I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n  I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n  \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n  Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n  My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\n  I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\n  I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\n  This shit used to be spiritual\n  We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\n  All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\n  But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  America feels so close that you can taste it\n  2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\n  How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  And I've known her for ages?\n  How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\n  But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\n  How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n  How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\n  I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\n  Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n  (Everything's fine)\n  (Everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\n  Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\n  Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\n  I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\n  And me and him debate each other\n  I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\n  You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\n  And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\n  Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\n  I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\n  If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\n  Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\n  I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  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\n  I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\n  They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\n  Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  More life, my guy\n  Man soon out, don't even watch that\n\n  What you sayin', though, bro?\n  I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  Tell the people dem my story\n  Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  Come on, bro, I know you got me\n\n  Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n"},{"id":29635567,"name":"My 27th Birthday - SongsLover.com","trackName":"My 27th Birthday - SongsLover.com","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":472.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Everything's fine) look\n\nWhite fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\nThe constant overachievin', I know\n\nI ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\nThey mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\nAnd bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\nBut how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\nI'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\nThe villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\nHead to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\nThey say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\nBut how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\nMost of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\nBefore I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\nYou know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\nIt's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\nI could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\nI cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n\"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\nJewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\nMy work is a physical weight of my life and my health\nThe last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\nI just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\nI don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\nBut when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\nAm I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\nI know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\nLike, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\nOr why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\nTen years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\nThis shit used to be spiritual\nWe don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\nJust listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\nAnd some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\nAnd why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\nI'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\nYeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\nHero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\nWorthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\nI'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\nAll them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\nIt's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\nFeel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\nAnd you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\nBut your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\nAmerica feels so close that you can taste it\n2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\nHow do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\nAnd I've known her for ages?\nHow do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\nHow do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\nCan't recall the last time that we was all together, but\nAll I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\nMove to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\nOr move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\nBut how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\nFree, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\nHow do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\nHow do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\nGirls I'm around had surgery on their hips\nHow do I explain that I love her the way she is?\nHow do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\nThat it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\nHow do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\nAnd they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\nHow do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\nI just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\nAnd it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\nI know I might sound like a villain from afar\nHow do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\nOr why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\nI mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\nHow do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\nI went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\nI ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\nFor someone that was two years above me in my age\nI didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n(Everything's fine)\n(Everything's fine)\n\nYeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\nFour years, 17 days, I ain't been around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\nI can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\nStarin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\nThe last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\nTurned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\nIn this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\nSix months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\nDrinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\nI got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\nNext two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\nWho's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\nMaybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\nLet's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\nI'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\nIs my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\nNever trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\nNow I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\nAnd me and him debate each other\nI can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\nMy parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\nUsed to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\nYou supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\nBut that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\nI don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\nBeen afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\nAnd then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\nIs anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\nI gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\nEverybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\nSafe space, can I vent? It crept up\nMy girl cheated on me when I was next up\nIt made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\nI still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\nI don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\nYou done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\nIt ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\nMy whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\nIf you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\nAnd if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\nAnd if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\nYeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\nYeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\nRecordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\nI dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\nDrivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\nI ain't spoke to 169 in six years\nDon't even get me started on, this shit's weird\nCall me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\nYou wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\nIt's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\nIt's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\nIt's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\nAll 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\nI don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\nThey might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\nI wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\nAnd I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\nIt hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\nYo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\nYou know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\nMore life, my guy\nMan soon out, don't even watch that\n\nWhat you sayin', though, bro?\nI know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\nTell the people dem my story\nDem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\nCome on, bro, I know you got me\n\nAight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\nI beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\nWhile I'm gone, make sure she's safe\nAy, soon home, my boy, love","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.54] (Everything's fine) look\n[00:05.29] White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[00:08.44] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[00:10.71] Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n[00:12.89] The constant overachievin', I know\n[00:14.45] I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n[00:17.82] They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n[00:20.22] And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n[00:22.54] But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n[00:26.28] I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n[00:29.54] The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n[00:31.88] Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n[00:34.64] They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n[00:37.24] But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n[00:39.89] Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n[00:42.99] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n[00:45.05] Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n[00:49.84] You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n[00:50.81] It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n[00:53.23] I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n[00:56.56] I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n[00:58.65] \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n[01:01.35] Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n[01:04.10] My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n[01:06.86] The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n[01:09.50] I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n[01:11.69] I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n[01:14.36] But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n[01:17.39] Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n[01:19.38] I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n[01:22.02] Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n[01:25.32] Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n[01:27.77] Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n[01:31.06] This shit used to be spiritual\n[01:32.94] We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n[01:36.06] Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n[01:38.71] And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n[01:41.06] And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n[01:43.98] I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n[01:47.84] \n[01:50.86] Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n[01:53.95] Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n[01:56.33] Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n[01:58.34] I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n[02:01.70] All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n[02:04.98] It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n[02:07.84] Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n[02:10.39] And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n[02:13.13] But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n[02:15.58] America feels so close that you can taste it\n[02:18.01] 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n[02:21.36] 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n[02:23.35] How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n[02:27.36] And I've known her for ages?\n[02:29.32] How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n[02:31.25] How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n[02:34.23] Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n[02:36.72] All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n[02:39.64] Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n[02:41.81] Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n[02:44.50] But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n[02:47.01] Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n[02:50.02] How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n[02:52.43] How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n[02:55.59] Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n[02:57.68] How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n[03:00.37] How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n[03:02.95] That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n[03:05.40] How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n[03:08.43] And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n[03:11.14] 'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n[03:13.26] How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n[03:17.19] I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n[03:18.68] And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n[03:21.30] I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n[03:23.99] How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n[03:26.36] Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n[03:30.34] I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n[03:34.59] How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n[03:38.09] I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n[03:39.83] I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n[03:42.50] For someone that was two years above me in my age\n[03:45.36] I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n[03:51.19] (Everything's fine)\n[03:56.17] (Everything's fine)\n[03:59.19] Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n[04:02.94] Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n[04:05.50] I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n[04:08.21] I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n[04:10.89] Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n[04:13.51] The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n[04:16.33] Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n[04:18.80] In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n[04:21.13] Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n[04:23.95] Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n[04:26.20] I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n[04:28.92] Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n[04:31.82] Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n[04:34.55] Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n[04:37.12] Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n[04:41.86] I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n[04:43.41] Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n[04:45.69] Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n[04:49.65] Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n[04:53.59] 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n[04:58.49] And me and him debate each other\n[05:00.75] I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n[05:02.94] My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n[05:06.14] Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n[05:09.54] You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n[05:13.14] But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n[05:16.28] I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n[05:18.44] Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n[05:20.81] And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n[05:25.08] Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n[05:27.62] I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n[05:30.22] Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n[05:32.94] Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n[05:35.26] My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n[05:37.67] It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n[05:40.39] I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n[05:43.18] I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n[05:45.72] You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n[05:48.22] It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n[05:50.98] My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n[05:53.68] If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n[05:56.30] And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n[05:59.20] And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n[06:01.76] Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n[06:07.63] Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n[06:11.76] Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n[06:13.92] I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n[06:16.65] Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n[06:19.25] I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n[06:22.18] Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n[06:24.57] Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n[06:27.26] You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n[06:29.87] It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n[06:32.16] It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n[06:35.02] It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n[06:37.51] 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\n[06:42.95] I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n[06:45.74] They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n[06:48.28] I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n[06:52.15] And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n[06:55.09] It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n[07:01.01] \n[07:04.72] Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n[07:06.88] You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n[07:11.23] More life, my guy\n[07:12.28] Man soon out, don't even watch that\n[07:14.25] What you sayin', though, bro?\n[07:16.43] I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n[07:20.57] Tell the people dem my story\n[07:23.27] Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n[07:26.45] Come on, bro, I know you got me\n[07:30.86] Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n[07:33.66] I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n[07:36.55] While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n[07:39.36] Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n[07:41.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My 27th Birthday - 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Am I doin' the best for myself?\n  start_ms: 77390\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82020\n- text: Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 82020\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 87770\n- text: Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 87770\n  end_ms: 91060\n- text: This shit used to be spiritual\n  start_ms: 91060\n  end_ms: 92940\n- text: We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  start_ms: 92940\n  end_ms: 96060\n- text: Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  start_ms: 96060\n  end_ms: 98710\n- text: And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  start_ms: 98710\n  end_ms: 101060\n- text: And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  start_ms: 101060\n  end_ms: 103980\n- text: I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 103980\n  end_ms: 107840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 107840\n  end_ms: 110860\n- text: Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  start_ms: 110860\n  end_ms: 113950\n- text: Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  start_ms: 113950\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118340\n- text: I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n  start_ms: 118340\n  end_ms: 121700\n- text: All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  start_ms: 121700\n  end_ms: 124980\n- text: It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 124980\n  end_ms: 127840\n- text: Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  start_ms: 127840\n  end_ms: 130390\n- text: And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 130390\n  end_ms: 133130\n- text: But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  start_ms: 133130\n  end_ms: 135580\n- text: America feels so close that you can taste it\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 138010\n- text: 2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  start_ms: 138010\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: 2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 147360\n- text: And I've known her for ages?\n  start_ms: 147360\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 154230\n- text: Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  start_ms: 154230\n  end_ms: 156720\n- text: All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  start_ms: 156720\n  end_ms: 159640\n- text: Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  start_ms: 159640\n  end_ms: 161810\n- text: Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n  start_ms: 161810\n  end_ms: 164500\n- text: But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  start_ms: 164500\n  end_ms: 167010\n- text: Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 167010\n  end_ms: 170020\n- text: How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  start_ms: 170020\n  end_ms: 172430\n- text: How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 172430\n  end_ms: 175590\n- text: Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  start_ms: 175590\n  end_ms: 177680\n- text: How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  start_ms: 177680\n  end_ms: 180370\n- text: How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  start_ms: 180370\n  end_ms: 182950\n- text: That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n  start_ms: 182950\n  end_ms: 185400\n- text: How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  start_ms: 185400\n  end_ms: 188430\n- text: And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 188430\n  end_ms: 191140\n- text: '''Cause they''d rather trap, rob, and get it on their own'\n  start_ms: 191140\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 198680\n- text: And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  start_ms: 198680\n  end_ms: 201300\n- text: I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  start_ms: 201300\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 206360\n- text: Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 206360\n  end_ms: 210340\n- text: I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  start_ms: 210340\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 219830\n- text: I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 219830\n  end_ms: 222500\n- text: For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  start_ms: 222500\n  end_ms: 225360\n- text: I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n  start_ms: 225360\n  end_ms: 231190\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 231190\n  end_ms: 236170\n- text: (Everything's fine)\n  start_ms: 236170\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 242940\n- text: Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  start_ms: 242940\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 248210\n- text: I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n  start_ms: 248210\n  end_ms: 250890\n- text: Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  start_ms: 250890\n  end_ms: 253510\n- text: The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  start_ms: 253510\n  end_ms: 256330\n- text: Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  start_ms: 256330\n  end_ms: 258800\n- text: In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n  start_ms: 258800\n  end_ms: 261130\n- text: Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  start_ms: 261130\n  end_ms: 263950\n- text: Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  start_ms: 263950\n  end_ms: 266200\n- text: I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  start_ms: 266200\n  end_ms: 268920\n- text: Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  start_ms: 268920\n  end_ms: 271820\n- text: Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  start_ms: 271820\n  end_ms: 274550\n- text: Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  start_ms: 274550\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 281860\n- text: I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  start_ms: 281860\n  end_ms: 283410\n- text: Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  start_ms: 283410\n  end_ms: 285690\n- text: Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  start_ms: 285690\n  end_ms: 289650\n- text: Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  start_ms: 289650\n  end_ms: 293590\n- text: 27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n  start_ms: 293590\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: And me and him debate each other\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 300750\n- text: I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  start_ms: 300750\n  end_ms: 302940\n- text: My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  start_ms: 302940\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 313140\n- text: But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  start_ms: 313140\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 318440\n- text: Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n  start_ms: 318440\n  end_ms: 320810\n- text: And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  start_ms: 320810\n  end_ms: 325080\n- text: Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  start_ms: 325080\n  end_ms: 327620\n- text: I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  start_ms: 327620\n  end_ms: 330220\n- text: Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n  start_ms: 330220\n  end_ms: 332940\n- text: Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  start_ms: 332940\n  end_ms: 335260\n- text: My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  start_ms: 335260\n  end_ms: 337670\n- text: It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  start_ms: 337670\n  end_ms: 340390\n- text: I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n  start_ms: 340390\n  end_ms: 343180\n- text: I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  start_ms: 343180\n  end_ms: 345720\n- text: You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  start_ms: 345720\n  end_ms: 348220\n- text: It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  start_ms: 348220\n  end_ms: 350980\n- text: My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n  start_ms: 350980\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 356300\n- text: And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  start_ms: 356300\n  end_ms: 359200\n- text: And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  start_ms: 359200\n  end_ms: 361760\n- text: Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 361760\n  end_ms: 367630\n- text: Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  start_ms: 367630\n  end_ms: 371760\n- text: Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  start_ms: 371760\n  end_ms: 373920\n- text: I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  start_ms: 373920\n  end_ms: 376650\n- text: Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n  start_ms: 376650\n  end_ms: 379250\n- text: I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  start_ms: 379250\n  end_ms: 382180\n- text: Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  start_ms: 382180\n  end_ms: 384570\n- text: Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  start_ms: 384570\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 389870\n- text: It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  start_ms: 389870\n  end_ms: 392160\n- text: It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  start_ms: 392160\n  end_ms: 395020\n- text: It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  start_ms: 395020\n  end_ms: 397510\n- text: 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\n  start_ms: 397510\n  end_ms: 402950\n- text: I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n  start_ms: 402950\n  end_ms: 405740\n- text: They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  start_ms: 405740\n  end_ms: 408280\n- text: I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  start_ms: 408280\n  end_ms: 412150\n- text: And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  start_ms: 412150\n  end_ms: 415090\n- text: It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n  start_ms: 415090\n  end_ms: 421010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 421010\n  end_ms: 424720\n- text: Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  start_ms: 424720\n  end_ms: 426880\n- text: You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  start_ms: 426880\n  end_ms: 431230\n- text: More life, my guy\n  start_ms: 431230\n  end_ms: 432280\n- text: Man soon out, don't even watch that\n  start_ms: 432280\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: What you sayin', though, bro?\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436430\n- text: I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  start_ms: 436430\n  end_ms: 440570\n- text: Tell the people dem my story\n  start_ms: 440570\n  end_ms: 443270\n- text: Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  start_ms: 443270\n  end_ms: 446450\n- text: Come on, bro, I know you got me\n  start_ms: 446450\n  end_ms: 450860\n- text: Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  start_ms: 450860\n  end_ms: 453660\n- text: I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  start_ms: 453660\n  end_ms: 456550\n- text: While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  start_ms: 456550\n  end_ms: 459360\n- text: Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n  start_ms: 459360\n  end_ms: 461820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 461820\nplain: |-\n  (Everything's fine) look\n\n  White fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Spielberg or Christopher Nolan readin'\n  The constant overachievin', I know\n\n  I ain't as rich as them people with old money, but I didn't know money\n  They mock me online for speakin' up on all of our issues\n  And bein' vocal, the shit that I see on socials (everything's fine)\n  But how can I stay silent when, when (everything's fine)\n\n  I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals\n  The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese\n  Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each\n  They say, \"The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?\"\n\n  But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?\n  Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees (everything's fine)\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace\n  Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace (everything's fine)\n\n  You know what I believe, I don't know if I handled it well\n  It's fuck Coca-Cola, did I stop drinkin' Fanta as well?\n  I could see the blood on the lyrics I write for myself\n  I cried about slavery, then went to Dubai with my girl\n\n  \"Surely I ain't part of the problem\", I lied to myself\n  Jewels that my people die for are a sign of my wealth (everything's fine)\n  My work is a physical weight of my life and my health\n  The last couple years, felt like I been inside on a shelf (everything's fine)\n\n  I just phoned Cench, and I said, \"You inspired myself\"\n  I don't feel a spot of jealousy inside of myself\n  But when I'm all alone, I won't lie, I question myself\n  Am I self-destructive? Am I doin' the best for myself?\n\n  I know I love music, but I question the rest of myself\n  Like, why don't you post pictures? Or why don't you drop music? (Everything's fine)\n  Or why not do somethin' but sittin' and stressin' yourself?\n  Ten years I been in the game and I won't lie, it's gettin' difficult (everything's fine)\n\n  This shit used to be spiritual\n  We don't need no commentators, we could leave that to the sports\n  Just listen to the music, why do you need somebody's thoughts?\n  And some of it constructive, but most of it is forced\n  And why we countin' the numbers, how the music make you feel?\n  I'm just bein' real (everything's fine, alright, everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, white fish on the coast of the Caribbean, my life is a film\n  Hero and villain, I'm playin' both in the script\n  Worthy of Oscar and Hollywood nominations\n  I'm throwin' money at women in different denominations and killin' the conversation\n\n  All them people told me, \"Keep grindin', be patient\"\n  It's weird bein' famous, tryna navigate the spaces (everything's fine)\n  Feel like a celebrity, but you ain't on the A-list\n  And you never drop, so you ain't really on a playlist (everything's fine)\n\n  But your fans love you, you can see it on their faces\n  America feels so close that you can taste it\n  2017, was tryna make it to the ranges\n  2025, I'm tryna make it to the Granges\n\n  How do I explain me and my soulmate are strangers, that we've already met (everything's fine)\n  And I've known her for ages?\n  How do I explain, because I'm runnin' outta pages?\n  How do I explain South London and its dangers? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Can't recall the last time that we was all together, but\n  All I can remember, the Olympics was in Beijing\n  Move to Dubai, that's for the taxes that they takin'\n  Or move to Qatar, feel the breeze on the beach\n\n  But how can I explain to my kids that it's fake wind?\n  Free, but I'm broke, have me feelin' like I'm caged in (everything's fine)\n  How do I explain two pounds got you eight wings?\n  How do I explain my opps lost, but we ain't win? (Everything's fine)\n\n  Girls I'm around had surgery on their hips\n  How do I explain that I love her the way she is?\n  How do I explain my feelings on havin' kids?\n  That it wasn't what it was, but it is what it is\n\n  How do I explain my niggas are in the hood?\n  And they don't ask for nothin' even though they know they could (everything's fine)\n  'Cause they'd rather trap, rob, and get it on their own\n  How do I explain these messages on my phone? (Everything's fine)\n\n  I just got a call, my girl's sittin' in the car\n  And it says, \"Serge\" but Serge with us in the car\n  I know I might sound like a villain from afar\n  How do I explain that my mechanic is a chick?\n\n  Or why she callin' me when I don't even own a whip because my licence is revoked? (Everything's fine)\n  I mean, how do I explain that I don't wanna heal 'cause my identity is pain?\n  How do I explain, I mean, how do I explain? (Everything's fine)\n  I went and hit the streets because I didn't want a boss\n  I ended up a worker, I was barely gettin' paid\n  For someone that was two years above me in my age\n  I didn't even find it strange, I mean, how do I explain?\n\n  (Everything's fine)\n  (Everything's fine)\n\n  Yeah, 52 miles from Marseilles, I'm in Miraval\n  Four years, 17 days, I ain't been around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me that I'm still around\n  I can't lie, it even shocks me how I'm livin' now\n\n  Starin' at this Rachel Jones paintin', I'm sittin' down\n  The last thing I drew was a weapon, I'm livin' wild\n  Turned 27, but I feel like I'm still a child\n  In this house out in Central London, I can barely afford\n\n  Six months sober, and I feel like I'm Dave again\n  Drinkin' all my pain and my sorrows away again\n  I got withdrawal symptoms, but they happen at ATMs\n  Next two years, I'll be lookin' at 80 M's\n  Who's the best artist in the world? I'm sayin' Tems\n  Maybe James Blake or Jim, on the day, depends\n  Let's see who quits now we ain't gettin' paid again, yeah\n\n  I'm just here drinkin' liquor by myself\n  Is my music just becomin' a depiction of my wealth?\n  Never trust a girl whose lock screen's a picture of herself, I had to learn that shit myself\n  Now I'm sittin' by myself with no girl, like, shit, I really did this to myself\n  27 and I'm terrified of livin' by myself 'cause there's a kid inside myself I haven't healed\n\n  And me and him debate each other\n  I can't love myself, I'm made from two people that hate each other\n  My parents couldn't even save each other, made each other unhappy\n  Used to be excited by the block, but size doesn't matter\n\n  You supplyin' it or not? Sling a shot, I coulda really killed a giant with a rock\n  But that's a life that I forgot, and my young boys are slidin' over what?\n  I don't know 'cause I ain't spoke to him in time\n  Been afraid of gettin' older, scared of bein' left behind\n\n  And then I, and then I question, will I live my life in resent?\n  Is anybody ever gonna take my kindness for strength?\n  I gave Tisha the world, it weren't enough and then she went\n  Everybody's makin' content, but nobody's content\n\n  Safe space, can I vent? It crept up\n  My girl cheated on me when I was next up\n  It made me want her even more, man, it's messed up\n  I still walk around the Vale with my chest out\n\n  I don't wanna leave my house because I'm stressed out\n  You done me dirty, and you didn't even tell a lie\n  It ain't about what you said, it's what you left out\n  My whole life, I been feelin' like I'm left out\n\n  If you fuck another girl, she say you cheated on her\n  And if she fuck another man, she say she stepped out\n  And if you askin' 'bout Dave, they say, \"The best out\"\n  Yeah, and I survived all these eras 'cause I barely made any, I'm just speakin' how I feel\n\n  Yeah, fucked up, speakin' how I feel\n  Recordin' 'til the mornin', I ain't even had a meal\n  I dropped Joni home and fell asleep behind the wheel\n  Drivin' at a hundred an hour, I switched gears\n\n  I ain't spoke to 169 in six years\n  Don't even get me started on, this shit's weird\n  Call me what you want, but with music, I'm sincere\n  You wanna know the reason it's taken me four years?\n\n  It's not 'cause I'm surrounded by yes-men and sycophants\n  It's 'cause I'm with producers and people that give a damn\n  It's me who's gotta carry the pressure, I live with that\n  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\n  I don't want no girls around when my nieces, they visit man\n\n  They might see the way that I'm livin', I figured that\n  I wanna be a good man, but I wanna be myself too\n  And I don't think that I can do both, so I can't let her too close\n  It hurts, but I'm still movin', feel like it's me versus me, and I'm still losin'\n\n  Yo, my boy, it's Josiah, what you sayin'?\n  You know man had to check you on your fuckin' birthday, my boy\n  More life, my guy\n  Man soon out, don't even watch that\n\n  What you sayin', though, bro?\n  I know you got space on one of them eight-minute, nine-minute tracks to give man a shoutout\n  Tell the people dem my story\n  Dem man already know what I was on, the mandem know my ting\n  Come on, bro, I know you got me\n\n  Aight, lastly, my sis, Tamah\n  I beg you check in with her, please, make sure she's blessed\n  While I'm gone, make sure she's safe\n  Ay, soon home, my boy, love\n"}]