Central Cee x Dave - Our 25th Birthday Instrumental
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- Central Cee x Dave - Our 25th Birthday Instrumental
originally
Produced By
Kamal., Dave & Joe Reeves
Written By
Dave, Central Cee, Kamal. & Joe Reeves
Engineer
Jonny Leslie & Sam Every-Baker
Mixing Engineer
Jonny Leslie
Mastering Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Additional Vocals
Kamal.
Primary Artists
Dave & Central Cee
Copyright ©
Neighbourhood Recordings, Live Yours & Universal Music Group
stream Central Cee x Dave - Our 25th Birthday official lyrics in the link below
• Central Cee x Dave - O...
#splitdecision
#instrumental #dave #centralcee #25thbirthday
this instrumental give me goosebumps
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Look
We elevated, we don't have to trap harder
Now my back garden same size as Battersea Park
I ain't puttin' no suit and tie on, I turned down the Met Gala
Mum kicked me out, to be fair, I was beefin' my stepfather
I put her on first class, would've thought I was Jack Harlow
Look, I was eatin' beans out the tin, now it's avocado
I'm in Cape Town, roof down, playin' Amapiano
Dave got nine in the Sprinter, I'm tryna pack the Viano
I park wherever I want, like fuck a ticket inspector
I'm your typical rapper, fuckin' bitches my pleasure
Money, hoes and the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser
My akhs still in the trap on the 25th of December
That girl is a ho, but I won't judge 'cause I'm a slag as well
Spend a couple bills on Aperol Spritz up in Bagatelle
Put food on the scale and hit the strip if the rappin' fails
I was OT, I was bashin' over brazzers
Think I'm bougie, I ain't pressin' girls in Fashion Nova dresses
Arguin' my ex, goin' back and forth over texts
Baby, I won't lie, if you're mine, I'm over-possessive
Bro, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin'
Collect my tears, you can fill a pool, I'm breaststrokin' it
I started gettin' used to the mice, I just stepped over them
At the BFA, I knew they'd hate the dress code I'm in
Two-kilogram chain and it's makin' my neck swole a bit
My youngin got caught with the crack, he's tapped 'cause he swallowed it
Keep the shoes intact, had to give 'em back 'cause I borrowed 'em
Made it out the hood, I might go enroll to a college
And get a uni degree, just to show my mum that I'm sorry
For all the times she was settin' them rules I never obeyed
New crib come with a chef and a maid
Get hit at a close range, that's if you're over the gate
Retire now, be rich the rest of my days
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Yeah
Elevation, forever patient
I've been on my Seven Nation Army ting, Ferrari with the white stripes
No lullabies inna my life
This turbulence rock a nigga to sleep in my night flights
My life's like I'm doin' the most
But I still feel like I ain't doin' enough, I don't know who I can trust
If I'm buyin' Chanel bags for these women that I don't like
Then just imagine what I'm doin' for the women I love
Red cheeks whenever I'm with strippers, that shit just look like a clown face
I tell a nigga cut to the clout chase
Bein' broke, I can feel that, mummy had to squeeze into the flats
Like she was borrowin' some shoes and her heels snapped
I gotta put dollars on pages, no religion in the trap
It's Creed III, feel like I'm Jonathan Majors
'Fore I got it on stages, I got it in stages
I'm Ivan Toney the way they're watchin' my wages
You fat fucker, made five K, it's just me and my black cutter
These chains two kilos, should be workin' with Black Butter
Festivals, I'm makin' five mil' on a bad summer
My summer's are good, never mind
Women doin' CRB checks on a search engine, I can't catch no breaks
So many ways to die, you think we're goin' off old age?
I ain't goin' off a women addiction
I got body dysmorphia, a figure addiction, uh
Our bread different, don't lie on my name
My tax seven-eight-seven like I'm flyin' a nigga
Don't even worry, I done dropped tears
Took a loss and had to drop tiers, made it all back and hit the top tier
For eight years, Good Morning Britain, I had to change peers
Rocky Balboa, different fights and the same stares
Cars like drinks, don't leave them unattended in Mayfair
For times I couldn't cover the train fare
It's Oysters, the Oyster Perpetual, the women incredible
The work's seminal, had to change my number on a low, I'm too accessible
Ha, I could've fucked a flight attendant but she just too professional
Are you a virgin or you work for them?
A lot of niggas chase clout, but I guess it's what works for them
We're twenty-five, livin' like this was our second life
I see the pressure rise
Everybody lookin' to us when it's time to get it right
And we can't even get to write
It's time I get a life, it's time I get a wife
Shot caller, robbed niggas and ended up in hot water
But you take what you can get when it was cold showers, no powers
Had to give myself my own flowers
Sittin' at the top and niggas so sour
You know?
Yeah
Yes finally I’m been waiting for this
Most accurate of them all 💯
🙏
Bro could you do the piano part at the end but looped please I’ll share it around if you did as well
Yoooo
yeah man
Se que no soy tan bueno
Pero se que no me vendo
No quiero ser perfecto
Prefiero ser correcto
Para Muchos un objeto
Para mi un libro inedito
Somos un secreto
Se que estan atentos
Cuando de ti me ausento
Yo no ladro ,muerdo
gano o pierdo
un intermedio no hay para mi
Si muerdes el ansuelo
Puede ser el fin
Aveces no Escucho consejos
Por que se tiene que vivir
Si no aprendo de ellos
Condenado a repetir...
They say I’m too fucking silent,
Maybe cuz I’m tired of hearing sirens,
Surrounding by violence,
All I see is war like talibans but I’m not Byron,
Kept a blicky by my side like Percy with his trident,
Yo I want u just to listen to me,
Everyone thinks there a g,
Like the alphabet it’s E F right before the G ,
Imma Put it into words EVERYONES a FUCKING G ,
But u ain’t seen shit not as much as me ,
Bullets flying out like the waves out a sea,
Got the glee,
Now ur praying hope the mandem free,
Is it worth it ,
Standing in court to get the verdict,
Mommy’s hurting,
Now u could see the closing curtains,
Life wasted , like my old scribbled verses
❄️
Jag har ingen rätt att
Klaga men jag tog åt
Mig ändå hur kan hon
Säga att hon älskar
Mig men ändå göra
Så mina tankar kom
Ikapp jag blev sårad
Jag blev lakk🤧
ketukan rima tanda bel telah berbunyi.....
perlukan tinta gores seni dalam sunyi....
langit imaji, namun hati yang membumi
lantunkan syair, macam ku jalaluddin rumi
darah mengalir, isi hati berambisi
bila coba disakiti,hati hati lidah belati..
ku buat mati, tabur melati di atas nisan
jaga akal budi, tindak tanduk, juga lisan
hah, ku berkata "Yang Esa, cukup diri berserah"
tapi haram tuk menyerah, ku tak terlahir kalah
"tenanglah,.............ku kan gores sejarah"
tolak kasih peduli, lalu ambil kendali
yakin tuhan berkati, jadi ku punya nyali
konsisten, dengan jalan yg ditempuh
datangnya kegagalan gagal buat tekad lumpuh
Bajo de casa me pongo el abrigo
En el barrio sueños grandes pero diluidos
Aroma de pino del armario del vecino
Paga el alquiler vendiendo de todo como en un chino
Yo y mi bro hermanos como iñaki y nico
Desde chicos jugamos en el mismo equipo
Ya van 22 en la espalda diego milito
Y esperando que nos depara la suerte como en el casino
Nunca crei en el destino, mi madre tampoco
ella merece el cielo, no un sueldo de mil i poco
Roto por dentro aunque sonria en las fotos
Si me das calor me abro como las flores de lotto
Yo no soy de london, yo soy de girona
Aqui las latas son hawai, se fuma california
Nos movemos en teisa no hay para el Ferrari Roma
Pero a la hora de brillar soy como un Rolex Daytona
Traigo siempre material como en la costa un zodiac
Y los ojos achinados parezco de Camboya
Cuando estes jodido fijate en quien te apoya
Y en quien va de colega y se merece un goya
Bro is there a sheet for the piano
I've been creating from scratch
Can we use this beat or is it copyrighted?
Copyright ©
Neighbourhood Recordings, Live Yours & Universal Music Group
For non profit
Life really what you make it...
I had dreams of being famous
Probably couldn't handle it,
Likely couldn't take it
Top gear in the whip like stig I can taste it
These 8 balls aint deflated
Time of my life at night, next morning I hate it
Out in the country in Ireland,
Far away from gun shots and sirens
Just good views and some silence
Gelato & Skittles that's the hybrid
Sitting down watching narcos, seeing Pablo and feel inspired
yo bro can i use ur verse on a song?
@Juandicb23 😁
What’s your number I want you to remake Yxng bane gan shit instrumental why you ignoring me bro!
what's your ig?
@@bigslimeog rk_flyy16
lol